I'm feeling the poetry empty out of me

as if I've spilt my allotment and there is no more

but that's alright--there's nothing to say

to those who can't hear

and personally I can't listen

to the stuff myself anymore

let the techys have a few centuries of harm

we'll return to repair that damage and produce more--

but until then--what can you say?

and even then--what will you say?

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