toddlerchar @[email protected]
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Woe be to the artist
Who must forever tickle
And tussle but not wiggle
Their gooey manifest
The observation tricks
Reality mirrored with reflection
And effects of distorted perception,
They chuckle in conformed antics
Free, but mild
I stand before the makers of the gods
The contenders of my beguile
Woe be to you
You who hate rhymes
Vanguard of artistic freedom I am.