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The Table Lamp

Its light flows sharply downward -
angling over my feet - its white hat  
shades the rest of the room,  
protecting my eyes -  
resisting the temptation  
to light the bowels of my room,  
expose my meager existence  
to the devilish world that  
would devour [/font]this hapless morsel  
with no more than a gluttonous burp  
to acknowledge the passing of such  
an inconspicuous and worthless bump.  

Why are such animals as we spawned on  
this earth - when only here to pollute  
and destroy whatever could be beautiful?
 
This creeping virus of humanity  
will soon be dusted away  
and the maker of this planet  
will regain its virus free and  
beautiful living garden.  
Written by fishead
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