The Unwanteds
Virtue flee and vice will come
A new observation I made today
The things I do not want
Are always in the way
When what I desire most
Tetters me pining at some sturdy post.
Here comes cockroaches trekking on the table
Here comes rats my hate to disable
Here comes flies knotting up my space
And spiders threading desert place
I little use, even for waste
Here comes gobs of green fungus
Turning black on a cloth of white
There is so much oddity in my race
That I share with every man
We do what we do not want
And what we want we can't
Resolutions are a shamble in this place
They creep and crawl
Infectious desires
Contaminants of everthing but fire
I cannot let this in.
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