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Oh Apology, you make a man small So he rues having so uttered at all. You to the aggrieved give relief, But to me only silent grief. Your showing but impugns My name and conscience. Why did I yield, Apology, When I could have said "C'est la vie"?

A dutiful beast, though for long had Great burden borne and carried as bade, He, too, shan't be spared master's scorn When his muscles and sinews done. A servant's loyalty seldom returns, But, alas, he learns late, As he lies upon the trail a broken sprawl, Awaiting but the fatal blow on his skull.

Are we dead yet

A child of boom, fiscal and nuclear, Pantry always full of pork and beer; In earlier years loved Grateful Dead, Now prefers option trading instead; Got herpes at the Woodstock, Now plays golf with his VD doc; Only fun now, impotent, infirm and ill, Is threatening the kids with his will.

And as he journeyed, he came near Damascus: and suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven: And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, dude what the fuck?

Twice born Lazarus Twice died, thus Border met once by most He doubly crossed Terror of the unknown To him already shown Knew he what awaits, What one only contemplates For he did unbolt Eternity's vault There, to see What shall be, Much bliss enjoyed Or a ghastly void

Mysterious the divine, say the pious When acts of God bewilder, Bringing calamities outrageous To many who their lives surrender. Yet, so lucidly made is good Lord's intent When crown counsels who holy spirit consult Claim the king's war bears heaven's assent, As did the Crusaders with "Deus Vult!".

Who will right the veering course When it is the mapmaker who errs? Who’d tell the hours and the minutes If the watchmakers lost all their wits? Who’d announce the foes approaching While watchmen in a stupor slouch? What laws can fix the law bent wrongful, Or judge the judges gone astray?

Guilty hearts to aggrieved ears give Which but pointed slanders perceive, Like Lady Macbeth's spots blood-red Riddled not her skin but her head. Killers beset by crime's woes Hear in the mourners' sorrows Their good names unjustly maligned, Vile affronts against their kind.

The first stroke of the first letter writ Invokes language's harsh constitution. Now, author's words bid him meet The designs presupposed in execution; Pieces and parts a due order demanding, Each move into a conspired form entrap Infirm pen on set destination landing Along the auto-catalysing map.

Action and intent assumed as bound Needn't one identity bear. The former known by sight and sound, The latter, motions in unknowable lair. What proves the causative link therein, Which is the author, which the outcome, If the will does truly the body restrain, Or only equivocates when results form?

Rises the mason's construct so high As if it shall never cease soaring, With it his esteem does skyward fly, Many up-tilted heads adoring. Little thinks he, the brick laid Are the same deathless bricks shall House his final, eternal bed made, Within the walls most immutable of all.

Foolish masters, their martial might Rested upon enslaved men's plight, To the chained limbs entrusting Their fame, perhaps, everlasting; Behold, ten thousand helot infantry Surrender to the Theban army, While Spartiate hoplites, a scant few, Whipping still at the fleeing crew.

All men reduce to creatures alike In two circumstances opposite, Where the ancient passions strike To incite the base, primal fit: First, when one rises to high might, So neither law nor reason he'll heed; Second, when he, then, in a plight Becomes a hungry beast in need.

"This one's a monarch," says a worm, Supping on decaying morsel. "How so?" asks a colleague in the tomb. "By taste, finest stuff made this corpuscle, Leads me, thus, to suppose, Having oft been given feed so grand, It must surely be for our cause Kingdoms rise and all upon land."

The manner of Alexander's end, puzzling, Though much speculation had spun, The manner of his empire unraveling Proved his death a foul turn; For Diadochi did to raging wars fall, Revealing themselves therein: Ambition-riddled traitors all, Who'd gladly have their master slain.

What shame befell the city of Rome Had from eternal to temporal come, As she fixed upon a Frankish head Her imperial crown instead, As the French, once without equal, Must their great descent now recall - The world's tongue, once Lingua Franca, Belongs to English offspring of America.

As rebellious waves though press Rocky shores of stuff unassailable, Yet, the formless, watery address Charges from the sea unstoppable Alter, not in days but years, The continent's aspect entire, So in supremacy its undoing inheres; Crack and tear the hulls of every empire.

The fowls whose wings but betoken Flight the avian ancestors had ere taken Flail as ancient instincts direct To feeble, frivolous, tragic effect - The purposeless appendages, Worn as burdensome charges, Weigh them down to the ground, As common creatures to land bound.

Oh, they burn the villain's ears - All remarks echo as taunts and jeers. Every opinion he does countenance Appears to impugn his conscience, Like Claudius, beset by the vision Of Hamlet's staged inquisition, Where was heard but cries most foul, Blackening of his name and soul.

Dire steps to certain cliff man takes, Carrying scorn of battered bones Whose reprieve morning breaks To bear again the grind of flesh on stones, All in hope to find, behind eternity's seal, Good God's Salvation, irrevocable. With such odds, it could dash the zeal Of an avid gambler at the table.

Caesar, by Fate's cruel string pulled, Triumph so soon by murder befouled: Having overcome Rome's finest, He then met daggers' protest; Misfortune? Perhaps it was, But the world for Man is ever thus: Defeat you might, for now, forestall, You'll yet meet the greatest Defeat of all.

The weight that so burdens today Is the weight we've carried along the way. Pains and woes at the new dawn's shore Are pains and woes we'd known before. But we, ever fickle and forgetful, Will lament in tones most regretful, 'Freer I was yesterday than I am now; The bad are worse today somehow.'

A bird flying the Levantine shore, The same bird as flew long before, Saw Ashurbanipal & Alexander lurch, Vespasian & Plantagenet march; The great to-and-fros of men & fools, Godly plans & ungodly rules; The bird recalls one time in Jericho She heard "God Save The Queen" echo.

There's simply nothing more obnoxious than the sounds of lawnmower in the morning

Elon Musk sat on a wall, Elon Musk had a great fall; All the king's horses and all the king's men Are fucking pedophiles.

There is simply nothing as intractable as stupidity in the position of power

You don't need to fool the most idiotic. You don't have to fool the most gullible. You only need to fool the most vicious.

"I can't keep track of each fallen robin" ... what an asshole

I pay attention To stay alive I divert my attention To forget that I am

Invaders who, today, defile this soil Will tomorrow call it the Motherland, Bury pikes & sword's barbarous toil Then as rightful occupant there stand; We'll soon accept it as the way it is, The suffering, some tale rarely told, Thereby, become accomplices To great villainy of the world.

Whatever you are doing, it is not going to be as important as making sure that I dont hear about it

Never had tyranny received a gift more valuable than smartphones

I have evidence of a shred Do you want it

The stupid are never contrite

Only the dead keep clean conscience

The world is on the brink. It's fine as long as they're not on my brink.

Performative: vote Effective: burn stuff

5 Best Ways To Avoid Meetings 1. Kill everyone 2. Be dead

Is it Monday already? No you're dead

Always remember, you can, even in a small way, make things terrible for everyone around you.

#Microsoft, have some dignity. All this begging is really off putting.

I've examined my life and it looked pretty similar to my life before I examined it

No world peace is possible until we all agree on what the English translation of Vorstellung is