What happened to fine bachelorism?
Growing out a beard and living in a cave
going naked
frollicking around the countryside
engraving poems inside our caves?
Because we have learned
poems last longer this way
power to graffitos
paper burns
rock takes a while;
I look at you
it's disgusting
you smile
love has killed your single mind
you don't mind
you fool
and fool now you can't be
your slip is tripping
better give your
jester hat back to me
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