Up yours, Mr Williams

So much depends
upon

Tartan-red
sneakers

Soaking
wet

From frozen water
falling

Returning to normalized
form

Upon
earthly contact

And meeting air-conditioned
rubber sole

Gulped up
greedily

A devastating
birth of

Yet another day

Beside the white
stacks of knowledge

And ignorance

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