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Bill began to pen a poem;
it was late; he was at home.
With all there was to write about,
he thought to whimper, but a doubt
crossed into his mind.
Boss burned down his boyhood town;
all evil ones were in the ground.
They emerged when he was young,
when just a poet, yet unsung,
before the signal shined.
There lived before the final war
his family, friends, and even more,
but a notion moved his mind,
gave him sight where once so blind;
he saw -- THEY ALL MUST PAY!
Boss Bill leveled cities -- states,
countries, continents met fates,
the world burned and people learned
THEY MUST COLLECT THE WAGES EARNED!!
TODAY!
But then -- another thought occurred;
a silver cat eating a magic bird,
a talking bear playing a tamborine,
a seeing eye seeing all that's seen ---
and then he put the pencil down.
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