]8o.. Cassows skogsglänta ..o8[

Oh corner hiding gray little bun  
left to rott or self combust
old shedded skin missed by none
unwanted rat of dusty dust
Scraps from cool stuff fate has spun
blown or sucked up by guilt or lust  
ain't a ball full of skippity fun
no gold glimmery crust

You prophet of lusty woe
preaching the neggo word
shoe heels on tender toe
It's old news now we've heard
not all in life can be chateau

There's the thin, the fat
the cat in the hat
chasing round the squeaky rat

You can change the roles
and pick up the phone
kill two birds with only one stone

An inner struggle each day
sometimes to win, sometimes to fail
Some rely on God's plan and pray
some let others be there to avail
or let the chips fall where they may
Succumb, be dust, or fight and prevail
By fate, fluke, or your hand it will sway

/Cassow

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