Quick Limerick (actually not)
Blunt, bought beggars
Blew sick and twisted hips
Overshowered, but with rotting teeth
Meet the mark of hiding the memento mori
Carefully, but without fine-tuning
This goes towards its natural end
Walked, condemned to walk
Forward
In the sick, quick limerick of time
Stop here
Get off
The sentence has ended
This period is no more
You are free to go but
you don't realize
In all your efforts, you have effaced your face.
6/8/11
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