There is a defect in me. I shall not draw near.
Jaksaa, hygge, lagom, sisu, kalsarikännit,
Alright already, thank you, are we done yet?
It’s not ok to ignore gravity. It’s not ok.
Harum and saru’a. No one knows
The honest etymology of deformity.
Only sinister lamentations were heard.
A text that skips a beat, a text that adds a limp
Are the only ways evolution proceeds,
That carved us with the tool of mistake.
The poem then concluded atypically
For editorial reasons obscure to us.
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