Inspired by an unpublished sonnet by Sameen.
So here I sit, nursing another drink,
And once again the show begins to run:
Those same old images that make me think
Of mean or stupid things that I have done.
You'd think I wouldn't let the show unfold
Time and again. It almost makes me feel
Like some sick dog that can't stop licking old
And open sores that get no time to heal.
Do I not love this show? It makes me wonder:
Is watching it sweet penance I must do
And do again, for each and every blunder,
Viewed and reviewed until the show is through?
In any case, this run is through indeed;
I think another drink is what I need.
Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2018-11-27 at 21:59
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So here I sit, nursing another drink,
And once again the show begins to run:
Those same old images that make me think
Of mean or stupid things that I have done.
You'd think I wouldn't let the show unfold
Time and again. It almost makes me feel
Like some sick dog that can't stop licking old
And open sores that get no time to heal.
Do I not love this show? It makes me wonder:
Is watching it sweet penance I must do
And do again, for each and every blunder,
Viewed and reviewed until the show is through?
In any case, this run is through indeed;
I think another drink is what I need.
Poetry by Rob Graber
Read 1135 times
Written on 2018-11-27 at 21:59
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