the Mire Spire

cool has now traveled to levels abounding

hip is a page-turn with flips ever sounding

even your kindergartner speaks like the streets

while nose rings twinkle before 5th grade completes

tattoos cover more of the body than skin

and f words sprout out from the guards against sin

who can tell what’s left in the air

to call unpolluted so that smog might still scare

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