You see yet you do not give
You ask though you do not receive
Begin what you have begun
for it is behold in the forest's one
is it worth the pain and anguish
of your pectoral muscles in sandwich bun
you work it out til its raw and sore
a steak to the ones down below the floor
the worms and the rats, that are ten feet tall
where do you go to seek refuge
to a novella so thought up it reigns in your brain
close it up until a rainy day
shake it up to the heavens
a weight of a baby
but do not shake the baby because he is already shook
shaken by the weights bolting him to this ground
where do you look
and where are you found
an inkwell
a scotch bottle
an empty case of beer
for the newsletter did not make clear
the weapon of ill
the weapon of the deal
it cuts off your fingers and breaks down your bones
for the refuge you find may be secluded at home
afraid and lost, but a hug and kiss might do
for teachers and freedom fighters and those who are few
remember this thought whenst you next speak of me
that fellow in green
lacks all sympathy
yet you think that he does but it is you who do not see
this writing on the wall
this is all, oh but, me
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