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A Language in Decay or the Progress of a New World Vernacular


by Samuel Derrick Rosen


All poets that end their poems with words like cancer should be hung
Singers sweetly croon
About the blood of the lamb
Nail pierced hands
Thorny crown
And 39 bloody stripes.  ShalomAs-salamualaykumShantiGod'sworkisdonealready.
Donotmakemeweakandfeeblebjusthangmefromtheneareststeeple
andgivemyregardstotheclueless
andscattermyashestotheavocadoboatsohlord.  Keep me guessing
Keep me  There'satimeforsympathyandatimeforaction.
Letmyheartbebrokenfullstopetceteraetceteraetcetera

Sing Hosanna
GivemybelongingstothechildofthemadonnaafterIhavesufferedenoughpleasure
AfterIhaveriddencarouselsinthesouredstomachofaholynight
Where's My Angel?
My Delight?  Dragmedowntheseboulevardswherethedumbspreadtheirwords
totheritualsofthebirds.  PaxVobis
Roundthecounter-clockwisemerrygoroundsintheeverrevolvingsquares.
And let me repeat myself

All poets that end their poems with words like cancer should be hung!
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