My Word Program |
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| By Karen Cole Peralta | ||||
It creates new programs of fatality to God of empty place; As they came to take away the sheets I felt a sad despair That tho bereft I made my peace and still was everywhere. The word at online magazines was no humor was allowed And then everyone said stop being gay - as Hell’s a Crowd Departing slowly, eating a delicious worm where you’ll see The future, the past, the present and rose’s code’s society. I killed the time writing poems for a ghost that never meant When urbane retarded folks allowed in brazen banishment; If logical words could suit me, then I knew I’d look half clad, Withal acknowledging the feeling I’m ever being O Galahad. I have to save everyone’s lives at great cost to my own loves, And be the very last nonsense which attempts to vary proofs That to be or not to be is older than the golden feats of Rome; I know insane society exists solely to invade my happy home. |
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