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You’ve eaten

And satiated

Your ego demands a room

To vomit

The verbal fruit

Inflated

You’ve eaten

And now you’ll feed the masses

The feedback like black molasses

From you, loudspeaker

Passes

Onto the floor

Saturated

They shall all slip

Upon it

Plant their face in your murky vomit

They’ll regurgitate

What, copied, they did not meditate

They’ll swallow

You, prophet

As you swallowed

Politely

And seedlings, in black molasses

Shall grow tall trees with such shade

That’ll hide famine, death and trade

That, biased, highest classes favored

When classes made

And no eyeglasses

No platonic sunlight

Shall protrude such darkness

For trees themselves are murky, fathered

By black molasses

YOUR black molasses

Oh, how mistaken

I am, you regurgitated

Just as them

Suicide is passed down from man to man

Without pause and contemplation

That legacy

The bird’s education

Eat the liquid and jump flying

Those who death have manned defying

Gravity

When the gravity’s in their wings compliance

To the wind

Of olden doctrine read and written

You in the floor

Have not lived

And aren’t dying

Only quitting

For you’re the bird whose name reverbs

As the loudspeaker who did no thinking

Reverbed

Politely