It goes without saying someone must
lose,
The victors’ memoirs a reader’s
ordeal,
So why say it? Or guess just how it
feels
As you choose between Highlife and old
Blues?
Every dream comes attached to some
real-time.
Hold it right there mate, but it
continues,
Insistent eyesight, implicit sinews
Working overtime for each backstory
mealtime.
Children in the street are
up-and-goers.
Many things they say confound all
reason,
Barking up the right tree, siding with
truth.
Laughing you reveal you’re long in the
tooth,
Asking how is that in and out of
season.
What’s it all about weekend lawn
mower?
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