forced to beg
for every crust
and, laugh like devils
in the dust
stare transfixed
seems like we, must
scold and counter
and try to trust
tire, like a prophet
lying under tree
buzz within anger
and rattle the key
sparkle like shiva
so cold, you shiver
frogs form poisonous
tips from your quiver
meats for meat puppet
this king for a day
not so solid queens
in these jars of clay
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