Lovin' the variations!
That’s No-Man
If he could warmly croon
or play a bass bassoon
that would be a boon
but it would stop too soon.
This kind of man’s a no-man
molded from a man-plan
a man without a life-span
an isolated now-man.
The faux man is jejune
head echoing the moon
his torso a balloon
and vapor in his ruin.
Our essence turned to ice,
he mirrors mankind twice.
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Ralph
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