Surreal Poem: I Wear White Paint Because I Know Where I Belong

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Willem has broken out in surrealism. We are grateful. – DG

I Wear White Paint Because I Know Where I Belong

My potatoes are religious; these are enchanted fries.
In my dreams I see the wholewheat, the monsters in time,
All the Star Reaper told me.
We would grieve for our leprosy.
Women, useless women, cannot find the red goat!
At the time there was no need to die,
The blooming void was there to ignore.
But your dim-wit reminds me, all the small-willed clashes align.
The ghouls on the bus are curing every shadow.
I sacrifice hopeless air when I dare,
The nose of your story I breathe, tin in me,
The vendor of flames when I fear.
Jeeps I want, fun till I hear the Jews again.
Save me from this nut!
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