Sorry, I lost my gum drops in my sleep
ordinarily, no, you wouldn't care
really, it is such a small stain, you know
really, I was simply counting black sheep
yes, I know, I will wash the sheets right now
I get these emissions at night, I share
liberally with the homeless, but grow
obviously confused when it all shrinks
suddenly (can I use that word), but how
timelessly ephemeral, it passes
maybe not unlike Walter Francis White
yet, how salacious this poet sasses
general public, not the band, but right
under their nose, their leader never thinks
maybe I'm wrong, maybe I just tell lies
decidedly, I must die as the worst
rebel anarchist who never shows up
originally, my fear was of spies
perhaps, I'm such a loser, no one sees
suffering and sorrow, hunger and thirst
incidentally, as steps on the path
no one sees with understanding the cup
much imagined as the grail, as I fail
you, my reader, as without a fresh breeze
seeing watches the ships as they set sail
lest I decide not to decide and sneeze
each day, I wonder if I can do math
each day, I wake lonely as it must please
pleasant peasants with plague on ships with fleas
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