While suborn pirates,
Cinch nuclear waste
From the simple minded,
We shoot them
With a toe to heel kick,
A grace note
To aphasia;
Because language is taken,
It is not your own.
The world no longer intends
What it pretends,
And pretends what it means.
So we, suborned,
Are left with piracy.
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Apparently I can't post this poem unless it has a certain number of characters...
am I there yet?
Have I exceeded the minimum of thought?