if I could say what I think about
everything like Andy Warhol it
would be interesting instead I
thrash in conventional throes
cling to bygone undone ideals
everything falls short one way
and another even Beethoven I
stumble he shakes his head and
leaves the room the other person
declines to desert different ways
one opinion is good as another
meaning less than you thought
or more private reference roman
à clef for so inclined we all are to
become what we never imagined
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