ICING ON THIS CAKE
Sing a song of dense men:
One is a speaker in a house
of the dead. Another works
the foodline in Bangkok. A
third man reads from an ancient
illuminated book. The fourth
man was my teacher in waiting.
A fifth guy, I swear, he has always
been a warrior. And the sixth guy,
underneath it all, is me myself and I.
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