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!