Stick it in
your horn and blow it
grasp the nettle
by the horns
and throw it
onto the bonfire
of the bell curve sods
little suspecting
I'm being fed the food of the gods
I know it looks like
I'm destinationless, lost
the bloom is faded
then killed by a hard frost
however potent
it cannot return death to living
the food of the gods
so next time I'll be more forgiving
I can't imagine
what tomorrow brings at all
I can't be bothered
to resist the mundane thrall
the irony is
I'll be shocked with all the rest
the Food of the Gods
such a simple
trick has put me to the test
what
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