Doubt and distance,
Of the insistance,
Of some kind of sense,
Upon the pretense,
That a wash and rinse,
Has penny pence,
Without the pestinlance,
Could not have the wish,
Of resitance,
To ingonarance,
And happenstance,
Of just bent,
To repent ,
For every word regret,
Is not the bet,
Or wager,
Just a fornaplauger........
FTBAS 3.31.12
I enjoyed this. It's quite realistic even with so much imagery. One thing we can all relate to is life; you filled your poem to the brink of what this means to many. Beautifully done.
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