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‘Daily’ Poem # 7 – King Mundane
They don’t think beauty common
That’s the problem if ya lift the lid
Each is a bloody Boston Brahmin
Every good thing must be hid
It has to be so esoteric
Cause otherwise how would the wise claim to have uncommon eyes
This renders everything generic
So endless they philosophize
Straining to remove magic
Lest the thing be
massive or o so tragic
What else is pretty what else
profound
Nothing nothing
Each and everyman has found
Well I for one think there is absolutely nothing that separates the pauper from the king
As long as the former fool can somewhat sing
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