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A Wicked Builder
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Hate/Satire A wicked, wicked builder
He builds a wall inside the mall
That stands on an empty space
Laid with matter made of wastes.
The wall is weightless, hollow;
A mirror image of his flaws.
Along comes the wind
And swoops down its screen;
It cracks; slowly, slowly, slowly.
It creaks; louder, louder, louder.
Poor old wicked, wicked builder;
His face is wet with tears;
The wall he builds inside the mall
Is falling, falling down the hole.
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May 18, 2008
