need some gum
a stick of anger management
to hold back the flames of rage
everything is written on a page
age is the cousin of time
annually we see father time
old as Matusalem
still standing
like the pyramids
of Jerusalem
holograms of Holy Grails
this whole world is nothing but
holy hell
bottled water
no well
oh,well
Jack fell
guess he slipped
in the pile of ish
Trumpty, Trumpty
sitting on a wall
if he stays up there
the walls going to fall on
us all
in trouble
deep in the rubble
warriors get ready to rumble
come out and play
Mad Max is on the way
but, will he save the day?
The Immortal Wize
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