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POEM FOR POWER

Thursday is made up like an April
With much standard influence on the muscles.

The stretch goals light up the eyes
Of the wind-up monkey,

Close your eyes and walk farther down the corridor.
There is something else -- the after party.

The perception of power
There's very little

I sing a worksong but I know different words
I could just ride this subway all day

No one is indispensable
We'll just see about that now won't we