No Bell World?
Living in a Nobel world
marinate in oyster hurl
you're the smartest occupant
barely Bailey's sycophant
power forces will
brassy minds rebel
rebels die to peal away
anarchies reign to raise your grain
give me liquidity or give me bread
parlor trick...now he's dead
no cook but red he's fed
His gold was never colder
currency of last resort
bake me some refined retort
Hamlet tried and died
lives on as a howl
cry
all for a lack of ears
poem by Boink Boink
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