Sequel To Mechanical Life-Complications
The man ate,
he spoke,
he walked,
he worked,
he slept,
he awoke,
he repeated all of the above,
day in day out,
he called it life,
and did so,
till he was unable to call it so,
others did the same,
where was the confusion,
this is life,
if life was thi simple,
what was the clamor all about,
two words make for it all,
"special" and "of others",
If he wanted to do anything special,
meaning over the normally understood,
and which others also wanted to do,
he was bad and no longer good.
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