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Poets are dogs
barking at a funeral
processing down a dusty road
Shiny black limos slip thru dust
& stretch from horizon to horizon
Each one carries a coffin
driven by automated personnas
androginous androids
smiling sunglassed robots
At the end of the line
professinal palbearers
slide the coffins
into an enormous fire burning forever.
Inside the coffins are
unopened letters to Santa
pictures of naked women
and constitutions

This is the fire which fuels our souls.

Hitler has shaved off his mustache
whitened his teeth
dyed his hair blonde
He stokes the fire
flames lick the wind
And ashes blow away