It is far too grotesque
A festering pile
Of ego, irritation, and squalor

It is doomed
Set adrift from the others
Sent lumbering abroad
For all the shadows of the world

To carry on and cope
Means to part from the mind
To scream from the depths
Of a drunken demise

It is far gone in poison
Pompous
And drab

Forevermore lost
From the eyes
Of the heedful and kind

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