Reality
Is a number one thing
Just drop all your bombs
And listen to them sing
It may be on a Monday
When they come banging at your door
Torches and pitchforks in hand
But once they see what you can do
They won’t come calling anymore

Bending reality
It’s a number one thing

© 1974
Inputted (from memory) and revised © 2022, 2023

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05/01/2022

Author's Note: Over the years, lines have been jotted down, here and there, and then forgotten about, only to be lost to ‘the pile’. If those lines are strong enough however, they will come back to haunt me, until I write them down again. The above is one such poem, essentially a brand-new poem, assembled from the few lines recalled. Another example of this, from the same period is To The Girl With The Long Brown Hair. A copy was given to the actual girl, and the first draft lost in a file somewhere. In this case however, the poem had been memorized, due to its importance, and was easily rewritten with revisions.

Posted on 05/01/2022
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