A new name for man
The trouble I have is
For the word called man
I think it should be different
It should be “hole”
For if I see one
I dive in
And try to come out
As being too coal-
Black for it to try
And keep me.
It is without doubt
That the women who read this
Are not all too blind
To see me in daylight
But not as the stars cast
Their long shrine upon me
For I shroud not in evil
But in black of a soul.
BCDFM
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