what happens when you want the time to pass
and give the best of what you have to give
to show that there's a reason here to live
is that the magazine will have no class
and the editor will turn out to be an ass
still when you need the cash you won't misgive
and the sense of opportunism you'll forgive
when the limits of those times you surpass
another place another time another city
you'll write of pirates and of other times
and social memory will become real
the answers that you give will be quite witty
and heroes be indicted for their crimes
for history's a court with no appeal
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
08 January 2007
gift poem for opheliatunis
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