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The Drone's Retort

If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.

When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.

Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.

This universe
is your slaughterhouse.

I just work here.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 4/12/2015 8:43:00 PM
Feels like your language is not just informed, but also inductively informating with my brain, which I am so glad is not illegal, and I so hope is not immoral. Interesting mind; interesting words and composition. And, with me, "interesting" is a very good thing.
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Bryant OHara
Date: 4/21/2015 4:30:00 PM
Thanks for good words, Gerald! I look forward to checking out your works as well.