Mirror the Steadfast Biro
Except in the darkest room
In it a figure would loom:
No time to cameras zoom,
Present as clean: filthy room…
Does capture like a good pen
Pimples up to painful ten,
All the smoke-stained teeth of Ben
And proves not the cock a hen…
Mirror: the Steadfast Biro
Misses out not feared terror:
Things which mortify Sarah,
Even a typing error.
Eyes which had ceased to taste sleep,
The ones, no alcohol, weep,
Pairs upset by an old jeep;
Men who don’t sow but do reap!
A failure to watch one’s weight,
A leaving of things to fate:
One who’d for casual sex wait;
Also, who shall become great!
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