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foul was the fate

that fell into my life's current mess

stranger occurrences

you be bloody damned

I can not let your soul less pity

be pressed

HMPH!

no answer now

you don't say

then why the guess

If I had my overly emotional way

your blatant mockery of me

would be in the garbage bin

singed

ashed to absolute naught

just as all the previous rest

but

before you

as I am now

I can only rage

Damn You!

you worthless marauder

of my ill soul

you've let me down twenty times

the word again

and still I can't seem to let you go

this dunce hat I'm forced to wear

sets a little too crookedly now

upon my throbbing head

well then

I guess its a good thing that the

trash men don't come tomorrow!............

(Nov. 2, 1997)