"Time to put off the world and go somewhere And find my health again in the sea air," Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, "And make my soul before my pate is bare;
"And get a comfortable wife and house To rid me of the devil in my shoes," Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, "And the worse devil that is between my thighs.
"And though I'd marry with a comely lass, She need not be too comely -- let it pass," Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, "But there's a devil in a looking glass.
"Nor should she be too rich, because the rich Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch," Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, "And cannot have a humorous happy speech.
"And there I'll grow respected at my ease, And hear amid the garden's nightly peace," Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, "The wind-blown clamor of the barnacle-geese."
A smoky morning signals chilly air
as those who live with walls of plastic sheet
gather anything matches set aflare,
and huddle where skin reddens from the heat.
The toxic kindling of modernity
can burn so quickly, swirling into ash.
The search for fine fuel builds fraternity
as all sift through the varied kinds of trash.
They seek a slow and steady type of fire,
but poison and explosive burn aren't linked.
This toxic gas hangs low, where they inspire,
a deadly vapor which makes this clan extinct.
Smoldering pit, skirted by serene stiffs --
of what killed them, there remains no whiff.
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