push pop

The tradition state:
“let the language move
by charm of physick wit,
chemical syllable glue,
fusions des etrangers,
and bureaucratic contraptionisations:
poets shall heel.”

And once the strong words
are meaning squandered,
how shall we poets say?

The lingo pack is bounding on:
why the fuck aren’t we scouting ahead?

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