Poetry Soup
liquid generally served warm
boiling solid words of passion
purees thickened with weird im-
ages out of the mind of a crazy cr-
eator meters rhymes calculations an-
d counting were of the old kind when
dim witted patrons mostly ruling dwelled
in rules and regulations order and structure
when they dressed up to eat at their mansions
now we are in this kind of free world and we ma-
ke free juicy creamy warm soups of anarchic love
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