I now sit in the "Place de la République";
my lodging's gone, family's gone, future's gone.
From where you sit, you might think "fucking bleak,"
without hearing clacking skateboards moving on.
How great's the fall from grace, or're we mid-air?
Newton says increase is the same throughout,
but it's said "flying's easy - landing takes care."
We're gonna find out - i care not your doubt.
Physics andits meta trumps misery;
which makes my puny concerns laughable.
My regret's not writing this from a tree,
but real joy's walking while still capable.
This "Place" was made to displace the villains;
Help François Villon come this way again.
(˚ ㄥ _˚)
26 May 2015
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