96. ARISTOTLE AND THEIR WASTE CANECA

96 ARISTOTLE AND THEIR WASTE CANECA Papyrus to bounce while peripate They without barrier and without candle Grimly groomed Men's Elite Have lost a course In the matter of walks.

For the slave it was his motor skills For high school it was its core His sandals also served to travel The stay at the axillary edge of the earth.

The slave was the shore of the waters It was the pilaster, the arm and the well and the cedar And surely someone many summers later, repeat in their frenzy The echo of his courage next to a cedar A mallet and a capital that collapses with a fearless hiss.

Simple roles were Your blessing They did not have, chiflon, Your gift of ownership.

The final cause was reaching your destination Missive in excellence fulfilled to an embryo Ethics for Nicomaco, Its essence carries its path.

Either it was asking the slave or the barbarian or But the craftsman, Throw the papyrus to the current of a river Of drafts and crossed out without perfection.

This is how the first pasquines arose when The slave refused to throw out the strikethrough In cautious rebellion he returned to use, The papyrus that in fateful currents discarded He denied suffrage in registration him, the barbarian and the hired man.