2,399 : 0 ?Such a dissipation
Such a shame
This maze of words without a name
Work made for hire
Work done for free
the work to carry meaning
to you from me
Profligate, it spills all over
It gets about a bit
it’s sure a rover
It’s got six shots a week it’s a revolver
Still dreaming that one extra push
is going to solve her
God forgive me profligacy
I only ever wanted to be free
Instead again it backed me right in
to a corner
dodging the tomatoes of each
passing scorner
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