MAN (2)
Man.
He is like a felon
Condemned, nay, awaiting the hangman,
His tenure is finite,
And when the moment arrives,
He withers like leaves in the fall
And passes on like floods.
Man.
As artificial as falsetto,
A fanatic fantan fancier,
He thrives and thrives and burns out
Like a candle. He is like naught,
not in the least worth a farthing.
Man.
He that a woman conceives,
The seed of fantasy
And a masterpiece of nature.
He is like a felon
Condemned, nay, awaiting the hangman,
His tenure is finite,
And when the moment arrives,
He withers like leaves in the fall
And passes on like floods.
Man.
As artificial as falsetto,
A fanatic fantan fancier,
He thrives and thrives and burns out
Like a candle. He is like naught,
not in the least worth a farthing.
Man.
He that a woman conceives,
The seed of fantasy
And a masterpiece of nature.
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