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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

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Love, the way we do it

Sing, damn you, sing
sing to me the words
that well up in you like
a riptide pulling you down

Stop with foolish dreams
like happiness
and dance

and Sing, dammit.

Sing, you bloody fool, sing
sing to me of death
and stench of it that frightens you
like a bloody machete

Stop with the maddness
of God
and Hope

and Sing, dammit.

Sing, you utter bitch, sing
sing to me of despair
and the wrath of your curves
like the sex you believe matters

Stop with your lies
of truth
and Love

and Sing, Dammit.

This is my song to you
my unholy spew
of vitriole
and desire

Stop me with a cold
hard
fuck

and Sing, Dammit.
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