Poem #2,764| How should we cope?
How should we regard
our futures with every
variable ready to shift –
with only time fixed in
our plans [how should
we cope?] – I take each
day with salty pinches
to inspirit luck’s grips –
Hours with less surety
in hand only make my
time-keeping worse – I
will rise late after fools
with jobs have rinsed –
sins in sink whirlpools
as spun rules – My day
is slow to play – I’ll not
be governed – no more
sent to a desk by time-
short hour-sat whores
with desires for daddy
[or other sugary treats
to rot their teeth] – See
other entries to uncoil
& take offence at truth