I would too if I was going to
and maybe I might,
decisions
discretely revised,
actions amplified
and
I could have died,
magnified at the end
through the coroners
lens
and penned in ink
I think
or stencil
DOA,
The fallacy that worries me
is
work sets you free
and that
bothers me that it
worries me.
Friends comfort me through the difficult times
as the wage slip slips into my unconsciousness
and I am no less for that, but no more of this,
self pity is the fools curse,
the silken sow or the pigs purse
either one will do
I would if I was going to anyway.
In response to what the hell is this about
I don't know either.