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Water sloshes, spills against the height;
Heart aches, eyes ‘re losing the sight;
Thoughts wonder, is destiny losing the fight?
Holy Heavens, this is so not right.

Six great heads, lit by her sweats
Hums in unison, damn the threats!
All around unseen, destiny-curbing nets?
Prayers should do, truly, but aren’t they losing the pets?

Ticktock, ticktock, time doesn’t wait.
Soap bubbles from the clothes, changing is the date;
Bowls betide bald head, dreams heave through the gate;
This is bullshit, lambastes the mate.

Inform him of the news, he sorely knows none.
His hosts have had their slave, his wits slowly burn.
After all those education, he still mows a lawn
Pitiably yes, everything fucks him, literally, no fun.

-Lord eBay


8 Comments Add yours

    1. Lord eBay says:

      I’m sure that’s complimentary.


      1. kauaiartist says:

        Of course it is. When something is that clever, one bursts into joyous laughter.

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Lord eBay says:

        Lolsss… Thank you. It’s a biographic stuff, written about someone still heaving through the servitude gate. Pursuit of happiness we could say.


  1. kauaiartist says:

    Ah, servitude. The fate of us Servant Virgo children.


    1. Lord eBay says:

      Not as tough as I meant.


  2. Thanks for following my blog!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Lord eBay says:

      Welcome Sam. I found your blog interesting. All my pleasure.


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