There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...

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Lo and behold that feeling

once more has returned

To tease test and torment

dead past willfully spurned

From window shut forever

heard unmistakable creak

A portent of ensuing havoc

and destruction it’ll wreak

Dilemmas deemed sorted

in archives since then lost

Will augment latent agony

with much heftier paid cost

An arduous uphill dr...

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