suck it up, friend
what's become of you now?
idle scratching, raw and morose
deep furrows in your brow.
no, don't spit wishes
too narrow for your gait.
jive and jive, a pity song
much eagerness to relate.
sundered, lazy, bedded days
no remorse? no open ear?
talent and ingenuity, a loss,
buried under snows of years.
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