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Poetical Aug 7
I wear a face mask wherever I go.
I wear a face mask when I'm at home.
I wear one when I'm all alone.

I distance myself from everyone.
I won't even hug my own grandmother
because I'm a hero
who won't touch anybody
unless I'm wearing a hazmat suit.

When I am dead and in the grave,
Bury me with a face mask on my face,
And bury me 30 feet from all other graves
So I won't get covid-19 when I'm deceased.
Poetical Aug 4
The individual
is dual,
the I am someone
the I am someone 
who is no one.
Poetical Aug 3
I like how the die was cast:
I know the last will be first,
and the first will be last.
Yet I worry about the future
because I've lived through the past.
Poetical Aug 3
I'm dark
and light,
a spark
at night.

The moth
and flame,
I'm both
the same.

I lust.
At most,
I'm dust
and ghost.
Poetical Aug 2
is very clever
if you're a dunce
who thinks in puns.

It's cheesy, bland,
insipid, and canned.
It's anti-poetic
and grossly emetic.

It's meant to convince
you while you wince
that all is well
at the Bill Gates of Hell.

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