Poem By Hubert Ignatowicz

Why isn’t the world
equally divaded
between rich and poor
stupid blind and manded

Why is there so much pade
Illusion on the bottom
Lodes of
Sun-fake complexion
On the very topping

Who derives the recourses
Of the ere and water
Who prevents all v e l o
From those who haven’t got’er

Myriad mindless decisions
Sade to please our menses
Will soon take its toll
In our
toilet penses

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