1
Wherever humans congregate
We scald our fates
To demonstrate
That God is good
Where Man is great.
2
So spoke the leader
To the posture-puffed files
And everyone in them
Applauded with smiles.
And the leader regressed
To his private-plush den,
And inking his pen
This he confessed:
The people will do
What the people will do,
I am the mouth that feeds the zoo.
I embody common fervor
Undulating into murmur.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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