I have never been without it The scent of regret surrounds me Every mistake I ever made Is the stench that so confounds me
Soaring heights of anxiety I have never been without it Not your garden variety Plaguing much of society
How I long to be free of it Unrelenting regret believed I have never been without it Dry heaving nightmares unrelieved
Trichinosis, lockjaw strangles My regret knows all about it Like Joe Btfsplk’s* cloud dangles I have never been without it
Trying the French quatern form, a 4 x 4 w/ #8 syllables, w/ the 1st line repeated in each verse the way it is done here; no rules about rhyming. *Al Capp's character w/ a perpetual cloud over his head used to fascinate me as a kid-anyone else remember him-a sad sack with no vowels in his name?