Inspired by The Lord of the Flies
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The Glasses were already cracked, but alas they fell
Down towards the water
Where my dear friend fell
The froth, colored pink
From the split in his head.
A boat.
That is what I want,
when left on an abandoned island,
marooned in the middle of nowhere.
A boat
to set me afloat,
away from that desert island,
Of course we shall be rescued
While we are waiting we will have a good time, we'll have rules
This is a good island, no beasties
That first enthusiastic exploration
Lenses crack under my massive pressure.
Every grain of glass that holds them together is gone.
I cover your face from shame.
Murder is found in my name—
Murder of Humanity and Wisdom
