People are discouraged
from being characters,
or snakes, or a rat;
some kind of gutless
wonder that keeps
bodyandsoul together.
Why not get it over with now?
Infect the whole world.
We're all afraid of something –
I should know, but I don't.
Sour, sourer still, unbearably sour.
Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method: This is a remixed poem composed from select lines and phrases from chapter 8 of the novel. The chapter number was determined by chance that involved picking a chit from a bowl.
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