letting time thus fly
a whispered quiet lie
to tell the life that here
is yet another year
peering into the abyss
like nothing was amiss
with stories hope or luck
that really signed to fuck
consuming space to fill
the words you’re eating ill
so tender of the rule
as dark as brownest stool
now voting of your might
this time it must be right
soon comes a change of heart
dispose it with a fart
©13th July 2010 Hey Hey
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