Sunday, November 8, 2015

7417. NOTHING TO SHOW

NOTHING TO SHOW
I've got nothing to show for doctoring 
my contentions and making things work. 
I tried most every combination, yet the locks 
stayed shut, and even my best intentions
weren't worth the worth they held. Now
it's go time again. Banana-boy, here I 
come. Hand me that filigree'd razor
for my neck. I want to go down
like Moses, with a stone tablet
held to my chest. Nothing
to show for living, and 
I've given it my best.

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