Hope with 2 e’s Ben Norton And, The raven turns the corner As, The craven lowers his head The grass, is almost empty, Vacuous
Mistakes are misleeding Mistakes r misleading
While, the Garbagemen are dead And, The sky, It sings a song Our heads, Are empty So we sing along, And, then, we all Lose hope
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Who the hell owns jaundiced silver spoons? (In perfidious sanguineous mouths?) For, There is no hope Only our imaginations‌ And as the Rough Beast slouches towards Bethlehem to be born We observe; There is nothing else left to do.
For, There is only hope When one writes a Nihilist poem.
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