Breathe the Funk
Why is it so hard to be human now?
How the door close in?
The face turns flaxen
As you imitate
And your secret joke
Of wild monkeys
Rises like a hopping child
Boredom rests as wounded thoughts
Breathe the funk
And take mad the carpet!
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