I've owned this world of dirt and it has owned me
Broken bottles, a torn shirt, fading foam on the sea
I've had a wife of flesh and she owned me
At the end of a days thresh all I had was borrowed felicity
Interest paid on mediocrity, a sharecropper of death
We own nothing but hypocrisy, not even our own breath
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 22nd, 2025 02:55
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Comments2
..Excellent word play, on the gives and takes of life that’s often spiritually consuming
Good write SB. Sounds like KP and my marriage. heehee.
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