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I float through clouds
I float through clouds
Watching gloating people
bloated by clotted cream
I dream
I feel and think but more
I seem
To half live
In expectation it is deemed
Through comedy and tragedy
To wean myself off
Old bean
A being whose sensitivity
And proclivity
Inclines itself to generosity
That's mean
An average of existences denied rightly to those undeserving
But I observe, observing
What you can call life if you want
But I prefer ice-cream
