A crumby hooray would have sufficed
Not even a climactic climatic climb-attic cry
But, by the herd, not a single word was sighed
And, by the herd, not a single breath was tied
As Ilsa floated away
As Renault said okay
As Laslow cheered hooray
Rick slinks today
As the fog eats walls from above
Down floats the down of Dove
The Angel of Peace steps on a beard
Hoorays round-and-round are heard
The herd cheers and leers
But he simply picks away
The crumbs on, of, and are the wall
I am a patient man, after all
Type: art.poetry.original
Produced by: The Bye
Notes: Unsolicited lamentations of the mirthful cynic
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