a poem from awhile ago

Words dripping off the human tongue.
How absurd to not use a comma.
For what reason was language created,
if not to translate the human experience.

Silly thoughts
Hopeless desires,
Monkeys on a typewriter.
Pavlovian control over our desires.

What does revolution mean to our family?
Should we succumb to their desires.

Constant questioning is a privilege.
Let us use it to better humanity.

Whatever is understood is with human deeply in love.
Don’t let it make sense.
Lets us call it for love.

-sprouts

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