Looking over the world at large,
I flinch to think of who's in charge.
Rich, myopic, full of spite,
they claim to represent the Right.
O Sacred Muse, inspire my song-
a plea, a paeon, for the Wrong.
grasshopper
if worms ran the world
we could tunnel any direction
if rodents we could hoard
men run the world
and fear hides in the corners
stored like empty corn cobs
Gary
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no!
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