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Many Bodies
Every pretty bit, line collage with fashions stated
Why look upon, when not a word is uttered at all
Beyond the vale, a screen of witless intoxicants
Allowing you, allowing me, to exchange a word in passing
The carelessness, the rampant ineptitude
A stifling force that wires jaws to stillness
All for the best, because my words tend to be
the most vile and toxic thing to drip from my being
Endless complaining, without a reason for a frown
Desperate for someone to ask a simple question
At a constant loss, and I tend to generate
every single obstacle that needs attending to
But life will expire, and soon thought will cease
Worries and woes can no longer burden me
Below the tousled soil, above on busted knees
Eventually I think, I'll find the end that I seek.
