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Once again, I sit and stare at the screen of life so blank and bare I sit and scream at what has done with all my life and such and some That they who want to see me fall have made their wish and kept it all Beyond that which not I can see I can believe in eternity Eternity in hell and then I die and see the reason why To manifest in every thing that which I can not speak or sing From foes comes stares from friends come slaps and from myself the whip it cracks I cannot see why all this must but for some purpose other than lust I grovel in the dirt of shit and see that place where Loneliness sits Alone, of course, where would it be without the pain and misery Of things in life that kick it down and trample it like whores in town It sits and cries great tears of pain and start to think of things insane So I by myself go over to wait and see if I can this weep abate My arm around it snuggled in and still it feels the prick of pin It looks up, sees me, starts to screaam a shout of horror, things unseen Within my eyes it sees still more than any book from a corner store Of pain in life and trials and hate and other things that it cannot wait To jump from me, so fast it flew it split the air between in two "How dare you," it shrieks, so mad at me, "To try and make captivity Of me in your life, no sirree, there'll be no pain and shit for me Like that which taunts you day and night and steals away an appetite For things of beauty, yes, it's true that I have nonoe of those, but you Have things in you that are boldly wild and compromise your inner child From rescuing you from pain and hurt and reminding you of Ernie and Bert And things like that, how trivial, so, that kept you busy so long ago When life was simpler, kinder, nice, and went awfully well with strawberry ice. This even I," he said, said he, "Can ever take with sincerity And live to be all that I am, an apparitition of despair and sham To rule some lives and make some cry and all in all I always try To see that they, no matter how small, can scream and puke and live it all To the end, where all must go, and see the results of this hellish show." And with that, Loneliness stood and fled , and left for me his hardened bed And now no one, not friend, not foe, can bear to see me full of woe For what is one to do, I ask, when every burder, every task Brings no release to this mighty heft, to one who even Loneliness left? -- July 28, 1997 |
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