mn
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poetry
commonsense
If fish had wings
the sky would be a truer blue
in signature of their covenant
to free us from our hideous bondage.
Indeed
that must be the great path of enlightenment
for we the people chafe against our dull bronze chains of routine.
We the people deserve a better life
a life with no paper hurricanes or choking smoke
because if fish had wings they would fly forth across
the leaden skies of our cancerous cities
eradicating these our passive masters.
And so we the people keep a secretive lookout
a one-eye-on-the-window
whispers-in-condemned-rooms lookout for the wingèd fishes
our Saviors
for on the day of their arrival
we the triumphant ones shall arise
and throw off our shackles
and go forth into the fields and jungles
to build pyramids in praise of our Redeemers.
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