a bards moment.

Hath not a congressman eyes?

Prick him; do he not bleed?

A congressman by any other provenance is just as sweet.

I would save a word for after--a pouch of globulin; i would fleck this out, somewhat hereafter, to make anends to the observing daemon of posterity, for all its insults and ignorance, maybe, to do it a service.


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