UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY (WHILE AVOIDING RAISING SPECTERS)

by The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances

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ACCIDENTALLY.

That is how I came across this poem written about 4 years ago for reasons I cannot remember.

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Patrue, mi Patruissimo

-or-

Enough is Enough

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Like schoolchildren during the Roman Empire

you don’t know it’s not going to last

though your father goes on about the end

when he’s drunk

which is always

(it seems)

  and mom is too busy

with your little brother who has ‘problems’

that good beatings don’t do a thing about

so what’s left for you to do?

I mean, really?

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