Doubtlessly
Doubtlessly
I will soon, if not now
Make huge bonfire
Moths will come and fly
As will fly the pages
They will fly
I don't want either one
I've had them long enough
Doubtlessly
I will soon, if not now
Be a fly like many
They land on sugar; shit
They are same, all alike
Hands useless; tongues long; buzz
Doubtlessly
I will soon, if not now
Blabber as they do; in life lab
Complaints; admire
They bow, kneel for roof, bread
Dignity and pride are both dead
What a shame!
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