Who needs a title?
It doesn't make the poem.
All it does is label,
and leaves little room to roam.
Who needs a label?
Why do we generalize?
I wish we would stop,
and open up our eyes.
Who needs a title?
A book, a poem, a king?
Oh of the superior title,
the praises we do sing.
What is superior?
It's the name of a lake.
Or what we wish to be,
creates satisfaction that is fake.
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