The following is a quirky poem I wrote about double-mindedness.

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Right now

I wood

lyke 2 spell

yor nayme

with two dees

beakuz

iyme

con-fused

without fusion

un-one

Two

without u

blown to sub-atomic smithereens

(set blender to atom-smasher. Hit bl-end)

with ewe

confronted with tornadic reinteriordecorating

sudden death we(l)dding

what a mess

pureed guts

my insides

me

myself &

i(s)land.