Poetry Reading - Poem by Anthony Weir
Just another little organ
of the Great Conspiracy:
poetry as pathetic part
of the entertainment industry
keeping us from questioning
our words, ourselves, our species
- life itself.
IS Life worth living? No -
not as long as people say
it must be so.
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The Road Not Taken
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