It wasn’t the height of despair, it was the depth.
And yet, what silly giddiness arises from the bludgeoning?
Take the blow, take a bow, madness prevails, if not for the pain.
The pain you bear so painlessly, pleasurably caressing each crushing punch...
Salute.
Take’s
one, on Take-One, to nail it every time,
and
you, my friend…even as the nails shred,
have
nailed it on the Dime!
Hasn’t
always been that way. Then, you blamed ‘the other party’ for your transgressions.
And it’s been a millennium ago, but still fresh in the mind…it’s mind over
matter…matters of heart, broken to taters.
Where’s
the shame, who’s to blame,
and, is there life hereafter?
V
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