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When was the last time You heard the word 'erection' in poetry? I think it was a while back Between the pages Of reform And Odyssey. I mean "humans" don't even play Bogies anymore, Or just rise to the thirteen year old tree-house Inside us all Where politeness is a foul facade And we aren't afraid of our fingers. No... Instead We prioritise the silhouettes And forget The way pressing pen into paper Made us so Steamy And out of Breath. Inspiration isn't a pretty, pristine river... It's magma Flowing With taboo, Glowing Like irradiated Lemonade And it's about time we became Mutants too. It's about time We l