JEFFREY FEBI
The faithful have come forth
Like bees in search of nectar
Many will come with a stomach
A few with a brain
Time to feed the stomach
Its last supper was 4 years ago
Like a bear from hibernation its hungry
May its excreta stink like desperation
May its farts be cacophonous
Like the grunts of a pig farm
But the brain, capsule of wisdom
Seat of knowledge
May its desire be fulfilled
May it see beyond abject ignorance
O' may the brain find its freedom
Like a wrongfully convicted prisoner
And see a sheep from wolves
Must the eye of the head be shut
Poke it until it bleeds
Must the tongue of the mouth be silly
Cut it short
The faithful have come forth
Like the flood waters of a dried up creek
Many without a brain
A few without a stomach
So the race has begun
It has begun in earnest
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