They ask me how I do it
I exhaust the language
They’ve got themselves a show
I have got myself a challenge
An abstract of gathered details
I exhaust the language
They try again to comprehend
I try to set a reasonable pace
That’s too dramatic, they say
I exhaust the language
Do they sit and judge in the audience
Just to watch me die in a silent cage?
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2024 22:14
- Category: Reflection
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