Roll up the throw rug, gypsy sailor–
if not for country, then at least
for Self (for once).
Remember your days
of sheltered altruism,
never to return in this lifetime,
save the effect
that procreation produces
through irrational instinct.
I really wish
I could use my arms.
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Author: Aidan Badinger
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I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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