Ha!
I am now addicted toThe "ha!" it seems...
I say it scores of times
A day and cannot stop
As I look at all that is about me.
I need to enter a rehabilitation
Facility where I can clean
My derisory self up.
I'm not proud I've turned
Out this way...but claim
Some mitigation in the
Way the world has messed
With my infant beliefs.
Is that the sound of the
Second childhood approaching?
I'll be glad to go back...
I never did master hopscotch.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-02-07 at 21:25
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