Tuesday, January 9, 2007

As You Walk...

Through the sorrow and the wine
Immerse in liquor stupor thine
Starve thine gaunt atwitter mind
Today a prince, tomorrow swine

Through the hellish fate and caste
Wish for palace, but feed the rats
That teach you digging tacts and tricks
Beneath the earth thine gold amassed

Through the wins and all but loss
Watch thine feet with fingers crossed
As to the gambler's toss, his coin
All thy treasures worthless rust.

Through the toils and all but rest
Sweetest vine ye soothe thine breast
Afeast like no tomorrow be
In pursuit of happiness.

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