41. Problem People

We are problem people in a
Well defined line of time,
Unlike the magic maze of my mind.
They say these days
Should come to a close,
Paranoid People
Cutting off their nose
Who then complain
They smell no rose.

Pauper preaches to the priest;
“If you want to convert me,
Give up meat.”

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