The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

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Die Realität

Sie sagte, „¡Hey, sieh, sie fielen alle in der Eimer!“

Und die folgende Stille schrie zurück, „Hey, niemand kümmert sich.“

She said, “¡Hey, look, they all fell in the bucket!”

& the following silence shouted back, “Hey, nobody cares.”

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HE CREADO UN MONSTRUE (KARAOKE NIGHT Y)

¡& you may say!

¡that it’s a li’l cliché!

but you know that’s how it works, the science, that way…

¡& you may say!

¡that you feel OK!

…till I curse you with my negative ways…

I’ve created a monster…

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Ode Well

O, well.

All’s well, that end’s well.

Well, it drowns in water full o’ oxygen.

Well, it keeps in its keep stone, white;

itching with beady bones, white;

Well, it keeps still in paroxysm.

Well, O—

Well’s end—that end all ends all.

O: pelicans call.

O: tides fall.

O: winds pass.

O: clouds cast.

X: I fall in & have a bath.

¡What laughs!

Sewage smell.
Soothing sleepiness.
Sunny, bored.

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