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The tide has turned for mankind.

I know the rules and their provisions,

But if you take a look perhaps you’ll agree

There are undue revisions.



I walk down the street with a hole in my pocket

Yet I look in the window and exchange green for green.

I marvel at the beauty I have seen.

I smile alight with good intentions

Derived from classic conventions.



Yet suddenly I see it cannot be

A mountain, it seems, is you and me,

And roadblocks await

Set up before arrival.

You expect me to burst headfirst

Forsaking my survival.



It’s not enough to be a gentleman,

Not in the least.

I’m still just a creature,

Only a beast

To trample the garden

And beg your pardon.



They drop through my hands, scattering as they fall.

Take your flowers, love. Take them all.