Karma Snarls
I got what I deserve.
A third-rate circumstance of my own making.
Over the decades, I've downgraded a few times.
Tossed the good ones aside and swallowed the rotten.
Now I dream in burlap and wear the jesters' boots.
It's too late; I've made my bed.
Too late to upgrade
I'm old
The pitch is too steep.
Karma has been more than fair to me.
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