Could we have settled
on a worse historical account?
Even a slight amount of tedium
is enough to render the whole unpalatable.
Not that anyone’s keeping score.
What’s more, the “rapping at my chamber door”
has found a way to derail
what small momentum I’d mustered
over the course of these past few lives.
Take self-actualization
off the table then.
I’m not seriously able in any way.
Another day, another dirt nap.
At long last, a crapshoot
we can stake our pride upon!
The tide of recollection
has finally passed my neck;
time to open up my lungs.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 