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STALEMENT

I

You're stale
I'm stale

We're stale"
Mate.

II

Bread of my life
Nourish me
Shoot me with enzymes.
Don't poison me
With your grayish-green mould
(The color of your eyes.)

II I

My reigning Monarch"
Don't torture me in a dungeon
Forever to step from one black space to another
Like Sisyphus with his rock.
You pUBh me up only to watch me tumble
As your crown wilZ in the next game.

-Nar oi:a Co Zeman