Poème engagé

After reading Jean-Paul Sartre,
I decided to departre
on a journey to the heartre
of my existence.

The train of thought left promptly
and ran smoothly for a bit,
until it reached De Beauvoir,
where it crashed into a pit.

Somehow I think they’re telling me
what I already knew:
that in the end we’re all alone,
to paddle our own Camus.


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