Low Men know then
ways of a hazy daze
spilling from frontal lobes
spoiling numb fungal probes
Low Men partake of these
slow kin forsake love...
geez
know when Low Men
your steps lead astray
and lore reps speed away
blind led by eyeless creatures
mind fed by pious preachers
know then Low Men
shrunken pails of drunken veils
are no trade, although paid,
for eluding tears or brooding fears
unable to relieve the pain
unstable, you bereave a vein
forfeiture, your shit cure...
as blood will flow
so Low Men know
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