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They´re coming out of the walls they´re coming up through the streets
they´re quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat.
Right outside of your door the very stones come alive.
They are the spring in the step the distant look in the eyes.

Put your Baudelaire away and come outside and play.
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed
we´re exactly what this country needs.
We scratch until we´re drunk we drink until we bleed.
We are what we believe.

Pentameter in attack iambic pulse in the veins
free verse powered of the street light mains
an Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt
between the end of the club and the sun coming out.
Leave Kerouac at his desk we have romance in our risks.

And here´s what we believe: before we get bored let´s be inspired
let´s ignore the applause and set the theatre on fire
fight every war like the drunks in the choir
put our art where our mouths are: Poetry of the deed.

So enough with words and technical theses
let’s grab life by the throat and live it to pieces.
We can choose we can change
and if we don´t we´re just afraid of living life like we´re loved and in love and alive
to all the things we could be if we just believed that life is too short to be lived without poetry.
If you´ve got soul darling now come on and show it me.
But life is too long to just sing the one song
so we´ll burn like a beacon and then we´ll be gone

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