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"Waiting Around"
by Jeph Johnson
There's no delight
On the carousel;
No joy in this
Merry-go-round
As one awful night
This ne'er-do-well
Destroyed his
Own fairground
He placed his hope
In her nubile allure:
Arms wrapped 'round,
Face to his chest
But this disgraced
Trope prematurely
Foiled further requests
Yes he bailed on life
When she drifted away.
Fate was his fall guy
His failings rife
With swift decay,
So he waits around to die
This vagabond
Rambles on,
Wandering wistfully
Down below her
His listless drifting
Continues on
And is all he
Could bestow her
Instead she fled
To another bed
Where she may
Now rest in peace
Yes less alive,
But finally dead to
The former's tragedies
'Twas with angel wings
With edges turned
Upward did she fly
She severed ties
While their bridges burned,
This is why he wants to die
