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Chu, you crazy bastard. Did you do that? I remember drawing dinosaurs to illustrate my answer to a question on MCAS. It gets the point across nicely. Fucking MCAS.

Anyway here's another poem:

"Poetry Is a Destructive Force" by Wallace Stevens

That's what misery is,
Nothing to have at heart.
It is to have or nothing.

It is a thing to have,
A lion, an ox in his breast,
To feel it breathing there.

Corazon, stout dog,
Young ox, bow-legged bear,
He tastes its blood, not spit.

He is like a man
In the body of a violent beast.
Its muscles are his own . . .

The lion sleeps in the sun.
Its nose is on its paws.
It can kill a man.