Stop!
And wrap the heart with a sigh
Try if it could be chucklesome
And garish:
The crack shouldn’t be visible
The blisters shouldn’t rot others.
Why always
This lump of a patched up steak
Must groan and stink!
Why can’t let others
Recline and sing
Songs of Earth!
For Heaven’s sake
Stop-
Contaminating hearts
The grace of music
And all human airs.
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