jezpoetry ([info]jezpoetry) wrote,
@ 2005-10-22 20:40:00
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Bad Hair Existence Rhyme, 2002
On a hex
Some honest thought and goodwill would revoke:
Swapping sorrows with our fellow plebs
To gladly wallow till we drown or choke
Upon the stuff that's left when promise ebbs,
So seething as we choke at being caught
Alack like puddled ants and thereby vexed
While never having done the things we ought
We soldier on from this life, to the bitter next...



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