a judicious man waked down a lonesome street
he hoped that the apocalypse would prove beneficent
and contemplated a gregarious future
in which all voices would be heard
but the assymetries were not reductive
and happenstance was all over the road
the results could not be extrapolated
and everybody went home
only the kaleidoscopic is exhaustive
but the contestants maintained a polite demeanor
as the transgressors howled with laughter
and the auxiliary militia, hastily summoned by the bailiff, wept bitter tears
the omnipresent wise men took counsel
and scattered the underwhelming verdicts
to the empty and self-satisfied winds
as the puppets broke their strings and ran into the forest
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