Do I aspire to this grim profession
Scrivener, scribbler
might make an impression
on some callow youth
inspire in them an outburst
The balance in the bankbook though
traditionally thus cursed
remembrance of
you peek a boo past
like a head in a vice
with your foot in a cast
in ten more years
they might call it art
while I watch a little more
of the world fall apart
what
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