Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Story of Confucius
Anonymous
A mountainous range stood before the amorous Confucius
Like Semper Fi in the eye or Newton spitting to his shiny pate
Switching out, into the distance, the hanglider stabs.
He was climbing himself--he had no choice
The lousy bard sings a ballad, sing the song of the philosopher.. . In it make him die
Jumping for planning swiftly done
Billowing, picturing, the philosopher felt like a friend.
From a height high above, the preacher grasped the hair brush.
O melancholy world, you have scoured me again.


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