Morass
As we see of a day unforgettable
Of a great betrayal,
As we were mired in a misadventure
We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal
We, the givers of great positions
Through the mire our names were dragged.
Like a minx they were to us,
But we are minions who do as told
Our wrinkled smiles were like that of a stigmatized minger
Milk-sop we were called;
A milkweed would be preferred to us
Could this a mid life crisis be? NO!!
A long life crisis I should say
Cause a middle ground we can't find
Dejection was our intimate friend.
The only help we could get was
A foul microdermabrasion which made
Our lives a formless formidable LATRINE.
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