Title
When you adopt that title
you can boast, drink a toast, enjoy a roast.
When you lose that title
and face the coast,
you may feel the most
sadness.
You see the sea -
a sight that is the most -
and may have lost your title
but feel a luxurious roast
in your belly; that luxury is not
sadness.
(15 Jan 2024)
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