Haves and havenots
Are here and
All are the same
And all are going
On the path of death.
All are eating and sleeping
And all are interested
In the act of copulating.
Question is
How they are drinking
In the midst of the meeting.
It is dangerous fire there
It is all poison-air there
Day and nights busy in fair.
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