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E is for Empty
Vertices, and purple trees
throw away a life for free
begging please, a life of ease
tasting naught but a naughty tease
do they see a man of sleaze
or a feckless fool whose head be squeezed
by a rampant will for killing sprees
of people he believes are fleas
God's decrees to fall to knees
and pray avoidance of seven seas
demons slash the one who flees
directions floating on the breeze
yet when decembers foggy freeze
shatters a chorus of yelping Me's
the clutter of distraction leaves
a story whose dusty unturned leaves
are full of trite cliche cheese
of a hero whose ideals agree
with an author whose reputation sullies
a man never known as Mr. P.
Whose exploits make a stomach quease
in a time when he should be catching Z's
on a bed devoid of lovers grease
driven by a lust for peace.
