Birth(Poem)

Born out of a den.
named as ken.
lived as subterranean.
Watched shenanigans.
scraped the fen
of the pain.
could not handle circadian.
missed the train again.
the drop could not meet the ocean.
tried in vain.
would you care to explain?
this alien,
could not complain.
the curtains
fell again.
skipped yin and yang,
in disdain
with a bloodstain.
caution.
caution.
you might try again
for a beautiful Venn,
so make sure you are certain.

—Drunken Monk.


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