sadness
oh canada
in the knowing
for those who
will not see
the truth too bright
and close their eyes
truth comes in waves
that reach the shore
in sounds too sweet
to hear
amidst the score
I move in toil and
loose myself to the
rhythm that invented
time as a crutch
lest we worry too much
over our demise
or worth
so to dance
the art too beautiful to bear
I weep in the necessity
the waste we share and
for all who stand witness
and give thanks to the trees
for the shelter
and the heat
and for
not yet killing me
and will my blood to
commence the plague
to end us all
with apologies
Cheer up, itchy bob and lou are still raiding picnics at honey harbour and jimminy crickets is nice.
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