Too Much Meat For A Marathon

 
 
 
F ailed   all trials and
          test drives         a'part from what you'd
           expect               a rain falls which softens
          the road             to muddy parallels.
 
no excuse   for the stupidities I dropped in passing.
and it was great fun to think we were having fun,
but
    such fun is no longer an option,
                                                          When moon is gone and
    the room is so dark and alonesome, it's like death is
the only prickling reality.
                                Nothing to be done except         wait.
(For what?)   For who's prophet requiring a retainer to dispel
                                 the beast(s) in the portal blocking
access to what we think is so well served. Preserved. Deserved.
 
Forget the sorrow Forget the grief Forget the poison-pain of that hefty
         self-seeking which snuffs out
                           Life'times       wit nary    a blink of remorse.
 
        "Just business.....no point in making it one of them personal things."
                                             and, as they say:
                                       "it's beginning to look a lot
                                                                       like     ( fckng)            Xmas
 
 
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