Non-Erotic Poetryan ode to perserveranceyou hang on like the devil
to the Hell-Beast's mane,
as he lights your artistic fire
and carries you through danger zones...
but you get off before
he meets his hungry mate
You work hard
(blood, sweat, tears hard,)
innovate,
and roll fortune's dice
Somedays you eat steak;
somedays just rice
as the years pass,
you learn the rope-tricks
and develop an art
You learn to value fear,
and you bloody perservere
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