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And What Monolith Might That Be?
There is no monolith I push against
If it is there I simply walk around it
Insolently, usually, hands in pockets
Pretending that the monolith is not
I have been cautioned about my attitude
And then I taped those cautions to the stone
Or made them into verse to be resented:
And just who do you think you are, smart boy?
And to tell you the truth I’m not quite sure
If I ever find out, I’ll let me know
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