He was a motor-mechanical anti-mathematical
(some kind of patron of the arts).
Never did much
besides pass the time
with a chicken named Harvey
(a fowl alcoholic).
They’d drink and squawk
about the most mundane, asinine things
[and they loved it].
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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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