So this is my portion of Liberty's
worth? This ragged Idea, burnt-up Dream,
and Bloodspattered Memory. Why why Verse?
There are Worthier Crops of Better cream?
Multicolored Teardrops, Crystals of Time
that are Shed without Ceasing 'cause the Border
makes Humans into Enemies of Rhyme
and Measure--Wire Fire of Rancor,
High Speed digital Imagination:
you were supposed to host and share Casual
Posts, Brother to Sister in Meaningful
discourse and virtually Connect da People,
across the World, a Mirror for Chit Chat
a Wide-Eyed Web Site we could All Chill At.
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