he did enough
splayed out in front of me, in staccato rhythm
each; in a different color, psringing like looneytunes signs.
he did enough he did enough he did enough
like John Milton once had did
when he considered how his light was spent
he did enough
no no no
my conscious ego is budding in
you still haven't gotten the world to sing together in harmony
that's possible
you have a year and a day left to do that
to do enough
he did enough then will be engraved on your tombstone
by hand, in the old chisel style
you also have time to learn that craft
if you weren't such a wuss
he did enough
now you're just taunting me
but it was that visual i my mind that got me talking to you
because who else gets it popped at them in color
he did enough
he did enough
it's the apotheosis of permissiveness.
it's all your pile ons pistoned
\all your pistons firing
seven levels of sympathy
and you are retaliating with Styles
new departure--
love you
/)dam I)eGraff
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