The Life He Wasted
a man of letters he came
twenty yards of years ahead
& raised the old lion of envy
in many a soft & good heart
of some peers –
& a frozen pride was so near
nearer than the flat nose
on his calm & snake-oil face;
ah! yond unmoving pride
alcohol-inspired as he drank
along some five yards of years
with some new tuneful booms;
old friends cast off like some dirt
as wild smokers took the seats;
& thus sadly our man of letters
a man of pills he began a-groan
upon a sad bed of stoke & pain
a full ten yards of years ahead –
the life he wasted with a knife.
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