Sunday, December 13, 2015

Dry Enough

I can't believe the lot I chose
to help relieve unneeded clothes,
the price for pleasure? A wealth of woes!

This skirmish I have not yet won
to not become my mother's son
keeps forcing me to die or run

as I attempt to purge the pine
and every pity - party line
to spare you all my spoiled whine.

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