The critic of life,
ordered for an interview with me,
ecstatic for all my awaiting honesty
I sat down and poured him a piping tea,
then slapped him with cold words of misfortune,
and lost glee
he did not seem suprised,
though he did put on his hat and start to leave
for he had heard it all before,
and was no longer in me intrigued.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 8:24 AM UTC
The critic of life,
ordered for an interview with me,
ecstatic for all my awaiting honesty
I sat down and poured him a piping tea,
then slapped him with cold words of misfortune,
and lost glee
he did not seem suprised,
though he did put on his hat and start to leave
for he had heard it all before,
and was no longer in me intrigued.
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