The Critical Lens
My blogs
| Introduction | ALMOST UNHEARD OF: I’ve been sitting underneath the table for nearly an hour/ My hands grip for the wooden legs that prop the behemoth board far beyond my head/ Here it was decreed by the judiciary of my four-year old intellect that/ I might take up residence, away from the foreign advances of my younger brother/ Here it is that I might live alone, the ringmaster of my own personal circus/ The tent hoisted several hundred feet high/ Fantastical feats are often performed here/ The laws of the natural world need not intervene, nor in any way are they required to do so/ If I command Citrus the Tiger/ Beverly the Elephant/ Henry the Chimpanzee/ To take flight/ Then it is surely no question that they possesses the ability/ For in removing myself from my bedroom/ And relocating to this quiet place/ I am deified/ Don’t worry/ You’ll hear about me someday. |
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