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Collapsible poems? The poet king has written a few.
The flesh is shared, the flesh I gave to you.
Standardizing the standards of liking,
Pay the discord’s resolution. Pay. It’s due.
The king of stupid is still king.
Are you happy to pay these parking fines
Based on the placement of my parking signs
Placed to make less room?
Fine. Blame the king for the lines.
Meanwhile the late await their doom.
The check the president cut for you
Is your money. This flesh this flesh grew,
Admiring itself for the sake of all.
Admire the poem. It is made of you.
Watch this carefully. It may fall.
