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Poems by Chip Post

Recursion

We're caught in recursion
we learn a new version
of killing ourselves each day
when learning to dance
we all take a chance
of dancing the night away
and everything borders on mary
and everything borders on jane
and everything borders on drinks that we order
to keep us from going insane
and all of them drive us to drinking
they all make us feel this way
it helps us to drink, which helps us to think
again and again and again