Notice
some building mansions,
others buying wedding dresses,
many sleeping in caves,
a couple waving their swords,
several fighting time with jellies,
a lot dosing their mind with serums,
legions following impotent heroes,
tons staring in mirrors.
Notice!
I’ve danced those rhythms.
Notice
The struggle.
My father has been right all along
If you have to do something,
astutely dig trenches
maybe the fig tree fulfils.
Notice!
Maybe.
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