Hex son

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Ran into the hexed son of famous & scandalized man.
How are you doing? he asked.
Blessed, I said. The sun comes up.
He knelt down with great concern
and told me I shouldn’t speak like that.
"Blessed" is the language of the people who are not doing well at all,
he said.
It is the language of men who listen to Sun Tzu audiobooks 8 times in a row 
on New Year’s Day.
It is the language of men past due 
who miscomprehend the Bible nightly
before shoddy and shawty-less sleep.
Blessed is for men who rate every recording ever made of
“Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out,”
a competitive drowning competition, 
aficionado-ing failure,
he only wishes.
Blessed is the language of gardeners,
too zoomed in on the moss.

True, I said.
Blessed is
the language of the people who are not doing well at all. 
Sam Cooke,
Scrapper Blackwell,
John Lennon, 
Bessie Smith,
Nina Simone, 
in that order. 

Blessed is
the language of the people who are not doing well at all.
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