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posterity
sucks
for ghost
writing
a cello bend
notes staved
we’re well slept
the kingdom overgrows
get there breathless
one can say
‘and I did it all for you’
posterity
one must live without
erect a statue though
cattle low
play harp to them
some think of sporn
a next wave sees ashore
no one has the algorithm
life at last must brim
posterity’s a bugger
comes the grass over
sty to the eye
don’t forget your pills
then time takes me under its wing
and we fly
keep this picture of
some silly worry
won’t wake up with
posterity!
aches all over
slouch till posture’s gone
given everything away
but for this caveat codicil
the feast of moral right
a little cough to carry you off
posterity sucks
you’ll never know
but see that now
we’re all to the treetops lit
I mean to say all fall down
after evil great sleep
posterity’s a bitch
think Romulus Remus
get a good grip
have a feed
a caravan of camels through
raise beaker high
the wound heals over me at last
just as well
we might be there right now
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