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Want Of Me
"What more can she want of me?", was my one single thought,
all I could do was keep quiet during her loud pout;
from my darkness, I considered letting loose a shout
about how, from my labour, she paid for what she bought.
But, that joke would have been on me, she did all the math,
she knew I was little when not leaning on my staff,
and, all I would profit would be her humorless laugh,
so I sat in silence, overwhelmed by her worded wrath.
"Add it all up, it equals nothing, everything you say,
only thing you do is wait for sunset everyday.
Look at you, even your best shirt is stained with dried ink."
I remained fully wrapped up in my blankets of grey,
wanting, only, to make her smile and tipping her tray;
a failed Fool, I wasted love with time, trying to think.
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