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 Poem #43A poem solves nothingIt leaves all the pieces on the floorIt ignores your questionsIt always forgets to shut the door If you have a problemYou have come to the wrong placeThe poem has zero tolerance For your existential crisesEven writing a poem is a trapYou think scribbling a few versesWill unmask the hidden wondersOf your f.ed up universe?But the poem laughs at your impertinenceIt ’s too busy running the numbersDouble checking the angles and testing Your tensile strengthThe poem is creating new problems The poem will break you in half The poem is erasing solutions And the poem never shows its work7/20/22
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