Poem by Ron Farmer
If you have to ask, then at last I show.
What you thought you know, is just the mask for the show.
Another day, another play, any other
vision I have,
Another decsion from my lab.
If you don't understand yet
Theres more to my game
And the rules are set
if you know my name
Welcome to my grave.
Nothings here. But a man, and a slave.
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