Error
Error is a crude animal
a genius it is age to age
It does not respect kings
Queens it does not honor
In State Houses it dwells
It lays its traps quietly
Whatever the status
Whatever degree one has
Error, the courageous thing
Creeps in silently, confidently
Loaded with its weapons
Sprays its dirt without shame
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