Inefficacy.

A lot of laughter, as jokes were passed

Moved on to projects a lot more robust.

Change gave me hope, but left me aghast,

There wasn’t anybody I’d be sure to trust.

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Incapacitated.

Tucked where mosquitoes bred,

Doris was waiting to be led.

Fifteen winters prior – under a stool,

You held your hand out to the whimpering fool.

Incapacitated swallow under a tree,

I told myself not to be.

Black sun of the horizon – those eyes,

There are lives in all them lies.

It was always you,

Yet you pretended you never knew.

Inaccurate.

Like how the tail fooled the dog,

Gotta run round chasin’.

Half completed wasn’t half unfinished,

Lyrical but they were never honest.

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