As I sit in the woods that are too damp to burn,
where they jail me and W.C. as child's play,
I revisit the breath of the afterthought ashes,
in the womb of the urn.
I shall pay them their final wishes and sprinkle them,
high from Chicago's skyline,
into the stage fright of the youth who fear protocol.
--Dr. Pen Name
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