This is a population

It is crowded here
Among the ordinary people
But up there
Amongst the stars
There’s always a space
For the brightest.
And those who count
Corruptly and correctly
Are not capable of increasing us
Or decreasing us
Like hunger would
Like war would
Like irresponsible sex would
And poverty
Six packs
Tales by moonlight
Myths and folktales
And more sex

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