We live in a fine world of appellations
A world where we have a fine name for
everything
There is a name for the fine gentleman in
the uniform
Another for the fine damsel selling her
body
I wonder what they call a fine God in a
cruel world
Or soothing pleasures that breed fine
sufferings
The thing about fine names is how they work
On a fine day, we are the judges of them
all
Fine Adams in our own right
We bestow nomenclatural honours in our
royal fineness
Then the fine names begin to mould
A layer at a time until the cast is finely
formed
Many fine years then down the road
We look at our fine creation
Gape in fine horror…
When fine monsters roam our land
In our fine anger, even more names we
execute
For me, neither do I need nor give names:
I am fine!
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