We all want to somehow outshine-Apollo
with our own branded musical sliding scale;
every voice wants to resonate like a nightingale
singing under the eaves beneath a Dog Star
we all want to improve our repertoire
say what's meant the best and easiest way,
Not be deterred, but spurred-on not turned away.
We all want something for nothing let-it-be-said.
And be praised, told, how you alone excelled.
For me, I want good mortar between my bricks.
We all want an easy, quick fix and to play worded-battleships.
For me, I want a solid foundation for my house-
irrespective of how many-
inseparable lunatics are licking their lips full of quips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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