April Poem 19: NaPoWriMo

Classic literature relates to nobody.
Wants to tarnish you.
Leaves you there as a figure.

This story is a coconspirator in the society
Of being to its basest animal.
A collection of sun written stories
Arching down its arms
Going to use its connection of lungs or worse.

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