So tired of being,
And of Seeing,
The inexplicable.
I do try to go on,
But can't for long,
It's damn predictable.
Companions along my Way,
Sad indeed to say,
Oft prove despicable
That I am no better,
In unkind weather,
A Truth inextricable.
Where it is that I shall go,
Not even I can know,
Futures unselectable.
I know that I am done,
A wizard on the run,
And unelectable.
Far too weary for words,
In fit company among turds,
On a path seemingly regrettable.
But sweet Eris as my judge,
I AM NOT DEAD YET!!