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how I wish today
my pen indeed
was a sword
but then
I'd be a murderer
if that wish were
answered
as well as heard
the rabbit hole just bit me
in the ass
crazy men who seek
fame
I should avoid at all costs
I'm riddled with disgust and confusion
this stress is the brick wall
I slammed into beyond such
fettered illusion
Jacob Marley surely he be
rattling his padlocks and chains
scaring me away
fearing the tremors that follow my screams
he is a hard, square piece
in this soft, round world
rust all over the steel of the flag pole's flag
so valiantly unfurled
black ice beneath the snow
E Coli lurking in the clear waters below
he is the soup that thinks he tastes so good
but his high dosages of MSG
will only further clog my middle aged arteries
the benefit of the doubt suddenly lost its
overly prospected value today
I gladly give up the shingle of any possible fame
as that is a path I believe to humility's decay............
(Oct. 29, 2011 1114am)