"Short-Shorts"
Well – it’s not “Make a short-short film”,
That I’m to do – no longer will –
Too loud; too bright; too earnest; yet
As close to past I’ve been – I let –Myself escape when part-way through –
A past I left – the part I knew;
Now sixteen films – six-K apiece,
A snack at best – when skewed – at least.It’s like I watched my life flick by;
This Saturday the day I tried
To do a job right off streets,
Plus thirty years since hit by clique.I ate their shtick, then sucked it up;
Smiled sweetly though I’d had enough
To last a lifetime – Oh! I see!
My turn has come to future see.“Forget that crap and move on, Stu;
There’s plenty else for you to do;
Compassion-persons have their shtick;
Just stay away, or you’ll get sick.”Thanks Lord, for this fine day at last,
And code to comprehend the past
In such a way I now can do
Assignments here, assigned by You.Thanks Lord for this.
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