15,837. SO MIDNIGHT AGAIN

SO MIDNIGHT AGAIN

So, midnight again and you throw

another log on the fire, thinking

what the heck and why not now?

So little time left and scared to

Hell. That's the way the ball doth

bounce, Funky Winterbean.

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Endless days like taffy drawn, the

time just peels away : fraught with

circumstantial evidence, I'm willing

to make a plea, a bargain to get this

way  -  past the ending and past the

guards.

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Jeepers-creepers, don't you have 

any mercy? Get over this pouch 

in its kangaroo corner and just let 

me live. I'm getting tired of final 

messages and happy talk. The 

optimists ought to have a cafe 

of their own, where they can sit

and talk while I stay over here

and moan. 'Fate! Fate like a

needle now, and pointed right

at my eye!