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(PBYA3)
Cue the Mic Drop
Allow myself no mock defense
in ancient feeding lines
After all these
implements and texts
their sentiment is just as hard
designed by intellects
All vexed to find
Step into the night
to pluck from the vine
evidently there's still
so much that hides
I'll try hard not to pretend
And though the saints
dub us divine
Poetry Reading for Days
Cause the needs of the many bugs
from a fly to a flea
All of your life
you've had your head stuck
Need I remind you
up in the gaseous atmosphere
Don't forget that dirt is solid
They outweigh the few
leave that stuff behind so
and clouds can disappear
When you're an insect
you can find what yours can be
you have a purpose
like it or not
