Mike Essig
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

As Auden brilliantly said:

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

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    Mike Essig

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    Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.