A quarter of a century
A visit to the potter in the cemetery
I've forgotten how to write
I've forgotten how to fight
It's a meaningless world
There is so much hidden between these words
Frustration leads to nought
Advice hurts when it is un-sought
Life hurts sometimes
Death can be curt with the forced rhymes
Morosity Porosity
Ohh save it for Posterity
Everything falls through sometime
Forgive me oh god for all my crimes
I try and laugh it off
I manage to cough
Even if it is for effect
Somewhere there is a major defect
One less birth
Without losing all this life is worth
I blog to unclog
I wish I had done this before the fog
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