Fridge Poetry 40 - Shitting in one hand

Our art is all we have,

and while it won’t get you and me

through death or into another world,

it is always ours.

Gilded tales of beauty,

ghosts in the charm,

curses upon every child,

and wishing until our hair falls out.

We are forever fighting winter.

Enjoy every day’s everyday brilliant morning

and always protect the peasants

and be sure to look up.

We see you.

We believe in you.

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