jeudi 26 novembre 2009

A Wee Sonnet on Duty

Impoverished as you are, you stay an heir
And were not raised to lackey, but to rule –
As long as you participate in there:
Your only business, though, is bucking, mule.

Instead of boding some new golden age
Trailblazer, cautious contemp, rearguard wimp
It’s bucking and it’s botching, do not rage:
Ere dreams come real, louse ’em up, old shrimp.

Life lasts a little balking and a spell –
Methinks there ain’t a brighter option here;
Unconscious or cognizant, prior to hell
That sole transcendent task: to countersteer.

Be blessed on this odd testing ground the name
Famed or infamed, of him who mars the game!

November 25, 2009

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