SUCH PROVOCATIVE FEEDBACK
In deeming my life a disaster, I am coloring
outside the lines. Malarkey birds and out of
work junkies couldn't have done me better.
Were I a part in a play, to be acted and honed,
any bum on the street could have played me
better than me. I betrayed myself, long ago,
by sufferance and participation in such a lousy
game. The wind was never in my willows.
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