Odysseus and the Sirens
Friday, May 10, 2013
My Shoes Are Dead
"You can't tell who's living and who's dead."
Why doesn't any one claim
To have figured out themselves
Sufficiently to claim truth
As feature of someone else?
I'm a genius. I know all
Plebeians ask politely.
The world, you, me, will end. Peace.
The taxi-driver poet, paid, opines,
"You are doing the right job."
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