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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568683" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Perhaps Chopsticks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is it then that binds us to the mob, <br>and asks so much of our most precious inner lust? <br>Will they relent in their demanding heartbreak throb<br>or would plain sanity whip up a healing gust<br>of soft humanity and altruistic wallow<br>is this reality, god-given, an excuse<br>or fraying vanity with braids so very shallow<br>that even devils do consider it a ruse? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could we be masters then, of life's intriguing plan<br>to sweep away the dust o f Cinderella's ashes<br>or will our fellow bastards fight us as they can<br>with ill-won skirmishes and convoluted dashes? <br>And I think not, so says the meek and humble vagrant<br>who sits and watches with detached and hollow eyes<br>he could not care about a body somewhat fragrant<br>and only welcomes little weevils and all flies.<br>Are we so righteous that the bums can teach us fools<br>that all those animals in zoos and in our beds<br>and even plants in pots who follow different rules<br>are far superior than the famous Mister Ed? <br>I have no answers, guys, perhaps you ask your preacher<br>or politicians, for the riddle's whole equation<br>I am no baker and no butcher and no teacher<br>perhaps a maker of great chopsticks, proudly Asian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Nehrlich">Herbert Nehrlich</a><div class=q>
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and asks so much of our most precious inner lust? 
Will they relent in their demanding heartbreak throb
or would plain sanity whip up a healing gust
of soft humanity and altruistic wallow
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