introduction
of a new idea
is always followed
by the old.
spiders.

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anarchy

“anarchy!”
he yelled,
from behind a desk.

“anarchy!”
he yelled,
handing us our test.

“anarchy!”
we yelled,
and failed all the rest.

sometimes,
my lips part
but no words escape.
i try again
only to realize that words,
mere words
cannot hope to capture what i wish to explain.
so i stop,
keep my lips sealed
and write ironic poetry instead.