Precious little underneath
this primate dance
strip away the laminates
reveal a dim chance
Somewhere in the old books
Out of favor so unhip
maybe at least plug a few
holes in a slowly sinking ship
maybe a hundred years
maybe even five
hell either way at all
no chance at all we're alive
hell in the wide world of words
what chance a scrap of this survives
So someone please tell me
Why the hell I strive strive strive
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