I thought to be in a dream
And damned if I was!
The essence came out bright
Self absorbed with some 'once in a lifetime' scam
It took no guts,
This pre-announced situation;
To linger in a well
Without dinstinctive meaning
An invitation:
A garden that's polluted
With possessed self-burial laughter
The place you wish to walk amongst
To stir the essence a little more
A tragic tune is to be played throughout
Once and for all!
I saw it would come to this
But rearrangements can be made
As I will do with this charade...
Written 18-02-2003
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