On Chasing The Appropriate Waiver

 



The Word just does not exist
for situations of the question regarding
the loss the loss the loss of the child who
didn't have enough to do in this place,

this time, the pretense-ridden, awkward,
ill-stated, light overshadowed by each
night,  which wasn't quite acquitted of itself.

The Word just likes to bend it's tendency to
wrap'round the passions of the human throat
in asphyxiating glee while none can placate
the absence of breath, (& no safety measures).

I coulda just wished my way out of this and
took a seat in the Court of Paranormal Wishery,
but the coffee grounds at bottom of me cup,
could not provide an appropriate waiver.

The Word just walked right out of meaning
anything beyond it's own irrelevance. I just
walked right along with it, proving myself just
another passive, patent imbecile.

nonetheless (or manythemore) trials and torments
must be rectified, settled and sentenced welll before
the next mocking-bird chortles in  Barkely Square.


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