I am writing for the masses
Seem to have placed again upon their noses
Their trusty rose-colored glasses.
I am writing for the masses
Seem to be just as nostalgic
As they are pneumatic.
I am writing for the act of language
So escapes me, and all the strange ways of
Word flow so elate me.
I am writing for the exercise of communication
Is an attraction, while all I fathom to be communicated
May only detract shine.
Monday, January 5, 2009
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