Nick Ekbom
The exact strength of a given acid,
What does a man need?
The bliss of unhurried sojourns,
Take your despair very seriously;
Multiple periods of fasting.
They can’t make me.
Poland was their country, and they fought,
What are we going to sing now?
Just wait until you’re outside,
It cannot withstand the inevitable tide,
A light without brilliance,
Like choosing which way one wishes to die.
Our job is to take responsibility;
The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet,
Once a thief, always a thief.
Recycled Poetry 