Tit For Tat
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SCORES OF SORES AND SORRY POURS
ALL FILLED, BOTH UP AND OUT
TO BALANCE SCALES OF EMPTY PAGES
TIPPED FROM BOTTLED BOTTOMS END
POURED FROM MOUTH TO SPOUT.
TIMELESS AGES TALLIES MADE
HALF EMPTY BY OUR FOOL
PAGES STAID AND TURNING LAID
WHILE DRAUGHT OF DROP-LESS DRINK
IS SAVORED COOL.
DESTINY OF MAN TO MEASURE
INCH TO FOOT AND DROP TO VAT
VACANT SPACE NOW DRAINED OF AIR
AND LIFE SO FULL WE OVERFILL
WITH ALL OUR MONEY, GUNS, AND STRIFE,
AND ALL OUR TIT FOR TAT.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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