No Need to Name Him
The man's an oaf. He staggers here and there. His brain
Is small and porous. He knows almost nothing and he sees
No reason he should learn. We ought to move our fragile
Things and watch him crash into the rest. Eventually, he'll
Hurt himself. Then we can point and laugh.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2025-02-11 at 13:42




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