Wednesday, January 23, 2019

2.2456 : 1/23/12 : Tale

You put a stone on me
a heavy stone on me
and now I'm bending like a reed
as you can clearly see
what's the point of it all
the garden and the fall
and all who get sent off
and just to wait to hear the call
I will not stand for it
and be unmanned for it
high as you are I'll tell you plain
there's no demand for it
And explanations pale
and wonderments must fail
and if you want up on that boat
you need to float a better tale

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