for kurt vonnegut - the patterns wage play

[elazar]

stranded at the pinnacle
a jaggedly tainted edge
too late to be cynical
clinging to the ledge

events that transpired
who would imagine
patterns can be hired
costs but a fraction

great upheaval worked
now all is turvy topsy
order was turky jerked
the world all a-dropsy

my fingers feel numb
there's nothing to save
but for a small sum
patterns dug my grave


aubmut
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[linda_lakeside]

Hi elazar,

I enjoyed your poem. I'm not very good at explaining why, so I'll just leave it at that. Nice avatar as well. Thanks.

Linda.

[elazar]

thanks Linda... as long as you like it, doesn't even need to be a why.
salut
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