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Rhymes are for suckers, poetry’s for fools
Universal message is Pablum’s drool.
Each of us lives in our own little cell
Solitary confinement, earthly hell.
Connections we imagine, spider’s thread;
Heaven’s angelic hosts, just in our heads.
Moments so momentous in bleak life-scape;
Exceptions to the rule, icing on rice cake.
Life of gratitude now has blown away;
Soul keeps shrinking, dreading judgement day.