Proverbially, As One's Proverbial Process Precede's Itself

 
 
Blind alley.   Trust fund.  
     Eyes on the alley.  
         Who's got it?  
 
Premonition from the post-partem  
       world, (Where'd that kid  
             go anyway?)  
 
Oh'oh....the ol'bastard's gonna  
      start cryin again' (Where's  
          the damn toilet paper?)  
 
Where's them eyes that blind the alley,  
        Wimpering trickles of dirty  
                     water? As life  
 
Goes Down the Proverbial Drain.  
     No comfort to be touched.  
        Just wet and dirty stone.  
 
         *******
 
Excuse this bad writing,  
  Good, bad, mid'ling need  
      not apply anymore  
             anyway,  
           for      now.  
 
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2019dkzk  pfhoto by dkzk 2018
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