So I’m always being asked to
Think fast, do more and more—
Such a bore, like politics,
The dirty tricks we all play
Each bloody day to survive
In this hive of crackhead bees.
Someone please make it stop.
I drop to my wounded knees,
A sad, sad loon. Did God give
Rules to live by before She left?
We’ve cleft those 10 “suggestions”
Down to a few questions: Dearheart,
They all start with “Why?”
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