they said my ego is a joke
but pay attention to it
and you'll always have
something to laugh about
i go back and read
about the shortened lives
of those who loved and wrote
for one
after a lingering
yet graceful death
gloriously he was burned
in a an iron machine on a shore
as a great storm came in
my burning heart
will never be snatched from the flames
instead
i will write this poem
at the mall stop laughing
this is serious
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