My thoughts bear me back
I can hear self speak
To mediocrity n’ tack;
Horror, how my words leak!
Hear me dish out
What I was handed
My worst - Infernal spout -
The vermin banded.
If I do live in me mind
What Paradise I expect to find?
Despite the daughter, my sole joy, laughter
What! Must my body travail
From rafter to rafter?
Then again, vermin mill round
I tap away, coroner profound
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
My thoughts bear me back
I can hear self speak
To mediocrity n’ tack;
Horror, how my words leak!
Hear me dish out
What I was handed
My worst - Infernal spout -
The vermin banded.
If I do live in me mind
What Paradise I expect to find?
Despite the daughter, my sole joy, laughter
What! Must my body travail
From rafter to rafter?
Then again, vermin mill round
I tap away, coroner profound
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