Soul apart from all the rest
Motivation nothing less
Than the floorboards at my feet.
So I think of days to come,
As if my time has just begun,
And realize my life's outwrung...
Success rendered obsolete.
However much the rays have shone,
June, July and August gone
I fear I'll recreate the Somme
In my brain upon that day.
So here I slump and fret and force
Myself into a working corpse
Thrown around by shit discourse
In the crying month of May
3/5/11
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