Never Eat yOur Cash'Cow, kids......

 
what little I went was already gone swifter than a roach's
f'art,
seething up'on the UniVersal plain. Swifter than fast My Life been
witherin'                      a'way
                                     in a brokeheart of
                                       mis'ability
and  [the]fully mistaken miscues [of the missives from what was th'ought
to be of my veryvery Soul]............

As it (they) often does, things (as they are) could've/should've took turn
        for the verse, and
                     here'in lies the truth,
                   ( lies the truth? Oh for a word!
                      My lies are always [the] Truth! ),
that sounds thus spoken
tend
to
pretend              to such       rages    of   righteous     apoplexy
that
we          (daresay [   [font=Georgia]   I
will
never (nor ne'er)         ad'just      to  our
own
          damn'age control.................

(tis all in the cause of this limpid recompense which we hold and flaunt
                      most tirelessly, (though so wearily sick and overspent)


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