It stretches, unconcerned,
Torturing, thickening,
That gossamer mess
Of convolution that
Strangles you, that lays
Waste to your mind, as
You wait, for that 2012 famine,
But leaves you dry, a blabbering
Fool, what you must do
Pourquoi
Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration End, thus life, end, thus work One without the other
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