my unfair-weather friend still laughs.

my unfair-weather
friend still laughs.
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oh
please...

(shucks)

nobody wants
a poet in a
box...

just bar
room dances
and one night
fucks.

followed by
disease.!

(that an
unfair-weather
friend still
mocks.)

+++

i live my
life in a
parenthesis...

deep in thought,
between
Uncertain Lines.

unable to
remember my
dreams!!

(though i'm certain
i'm in one all the
time.)

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but...

few win
love
with poetry
anymore...

while
fewer still
find love
which lasts...

yet pennies
for thoughts
breed greedy
whores!!

(and my
Unfair-Weather
Friend still
Laughs.)

j.stephen.h.