Wednesday, April 22, 2009

IT (Poem by David Reiner, Copywrite David Reiner)

We increase our simplification
By means of complication
We say it's multiplication
There is no explanation
Award it with starvation
There is no relation
As it suffers to damnation
As it has throughout creation
It suffered through cremation
It now seems like replication
All it wants is realization
Of its appreciation

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