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Ball/Though I may not...
by Foretacn
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12 years ago
Though I may not preserve that well
No substitute for vinegar no pickles
in my jar; Lenin's empty mausoleum
I may never be as merry as Bhutan
No parachute for every single stumble
I fumble blind; Orion's broken eyes
May not chase every beam or track all the light.
I may not bear might; I'm slender, thin, a stick
with which to beat myself down, I may grovel,
sick, I may grow yet. I cannot arbitrate
Myself. I'm quick to hate when hate's provided
Amply, I
Revisit, a day after, sitting tight
and loathing, not unhappy, just dissatisfied
In the traditional fashion, bored but not
battered down, my hatches are a-wash with the
with the sea, not of water, just bonemeal
just the waste of the slaughtered imperatives
The future "I am's" and the present "not even…"
I'm stealin'.
Though I may not serve you that well,
No substitutional basin no repository
for the reaping; I'd eat out the harvest
And I may never be as sedate as Buddha
Nor as wantless or thankless or hairless or
careless, thankless for every humble miracle
I tumble, mind, even the inexpressible
May not be profaned with a stitch through the lips
I may trip. The wrong switches fail and the fuses
cut bare at the element and I scream at the
other people for being more popular, just
better just prettier, more stripes on their guns
Though I may not tell the truth and the Bailiff would
hate me if I ever got caught in a courtroom
Could I reason away
though I may
not
play?Justify Justify Justify Justify Justify Justify Justify Justify Justify Justify Stop? © Foretacn
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Oh, woe is me. xD