Fyi For You'Re Insane Poem by bob eichen
Fyi For You'Re Insane
Two planetoids caught in the gravity well of your black hole.
Nearby,
So too,
A spinster, enchanted, enthralled, entombed.
(For Odin's sake release her)
Supported by a Harriden
You hold an old crone in your arms.
Now a baby
Cackling pretender,
False idol worshiper,
You run to catch, but cannot hold.
Your mote too obvious,
Your future oblivion.
FYI for you're insane!
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