Late shift begins:
Death by repetition,
A re-worked dementia—
Standard
Operating
Peregrinations
Lambasted for the green
--I’d burn every tree—
To jest at being free!
Life: an indentured servitude
Of sorts.
I sold my soul at three,
Once I realized tears
Are currency.
Never dried-eyed again,
The doc’ diagnosed me—
Greed.
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