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12 March 2020

The Big Bang

it all began with the big bang

and that sudden realization

of the loose arrangement

that binds the race

in instinctual fear

so you’d best cast me out

I have a dreamer’s disease

I’m a philistine and a cannibal


my light comes from within

I got a cut rate education

stolen between knotted sheets

and from the borrowed books

I neglected to return

I was an idiot savant

a music hall visionary

in the insane old charade

called show business


the charm

of that former life

has long since worn thin

the antidote to glamour

is working for a living

everything is hard work

slacking is the hardest of all

mind numbing boredom

scoops your insides out

fills the spaces with stardust


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