Heinz Carey
From the confines of elemental algebra,
That makes me very happy;
To grant the satisfaction of legitimate impulses.
From people who lived there,
I turn my back to the east,
You look kind of skinny.
It has learned its lessons,
And he called him a snitch.
Making available to the public;
We were about to roast some marshmallows,
Nothing is off the table.
But art is also necessary,
It’s the last great pyramid scheme.
Recycled Poetry 