Unfinished Business — I Thought I Knew You Well

In my twilight hours
What most sorely
Shall I regret
Oranges soaked in
Cointreau
Never tasted or
Unspoken Blakean
Hungry passions
Long buried
In lazy mediocrity
A plateful of peas
Evading the fork
Of impure reason
And hot baths
For no other reason
Than to stew in
My own creative juices
All day, like Marat
Writing seditious tracts
Unstitching the emperor’s
Nude clothes
With a groan and
A whiplash, I lament
Why, why, for saké’s sake
Didn’t I decoupage
My underwear
Drawer?
Every
Body
Dies.

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Just some guy trying to figure out where the "on" switch is hid on the remote control—ah, forget it. Because, you know what, I'm also the kinda guy who always likes the book waaay more than the movie! View all posts by Lorem Ipsum

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