Toasted cheese sandwiches might explain it better
than anguish to be freed; yes, it is an opening and
you can ask th’ question bleeding all over you. Oh,
Freed of what of you’ll likely ask; that angst isn’t all
despairing you’ve got, there’s lethargy, and a dose
of insouciance, not a killer, & huge lack of anything
Approaching conscience except where it relates to
relationships with yours truly in practical mode, the
try seeing it my way before you disagree, thingy …
There’s no escaping it is there, the load’s on those
bowed shoulders and clear look of despair etched
in Sanskrit on a brow indisposed to eyebrow raise
But don’t be amazed we can see thu it so easily; if
you had your druthers it’d be the way you’d want it
so, as basis of a eulogy someone dared compose
After long & frank consultation - which you agreed
after deliciously sharing th’ toasted cheese & ham
sandwiches you’d graciously prepared for me …
© 22 February 2017, I. D. Carswell
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