My Little Dilemma
I still wrestle the vessel,
that spread till it nestled.
It seeded, impeded,
then fed on what bled!
Now I can't seem to find,
all the shrapnel behind.
Like an ostrich, instead,
that just buries his head, in sand...
...castles that keep, cheap seated,
seats the lowliest class.
They just wiggle and squirm,
just like worms up my...
...and as deeper they go,
like this carnival show,
that teases then breezes,
away with my dough!
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