I'm the Plaintiff of Poetry, a cursed
legal set of Theories and evidence.
I address myself to you Gentlemen
and Gentilewomen, restore to me the
Alphabet you sorely Abuse and waste
in Redtape bundles of burdens you bore.
You won't notice the Absence and would be
better served since its taking up space on
your Hard Drive in a File not opened
since 1055, a Millennium
of dust and Mold. We'd like access to the
Storage unit. We pay for privileges
to use what is Ours. Freedom of language
that we Invented and used, to Beautify.
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