I want a toy with stripes—
A car, a boat ------------ delight.
I wish for candy and gum—
alluring, unbearable ------------ succumb.
I need a chance to win—
grueling, taxing ------------ chagrin.
I crave a glee accordingly numb—
Thick, festering ------------ scum.
Life is ‘a toil;
Life is ‘a strife.
But what life is not,
is a butcher’s sharpened knife.
Alas!
Alone, the future about to be,
creeping, weeping,
Do you see the inevitability?
To batter, to boil,
florafaunafeel,
Carve out what you desire
and it is freedom, you seal.
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