You may do all that you wish but to
care,
Issue earth's license to rip, rend and
tear.
Instead, you must school yourself to be
stone,
Indifferent in great gravel pits or
alone.
Learn long enough to be home with the
scree,
It'll cease to be learned then. It's
just who you'll be.
So if you punch me in some spots, the
odds are I'll jiggle,
But say you'll desert me? I won't even
wiggle.
So get on with your needs and demands
and your threats.
Please leave me alone. That's as home
as I get.
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