The last last Straw
Well! what is the point?
The strength of love can't hoist,
push or pull. It just strolls then foist
into calm, composed with joist
and tremble them at their feet.
The chances are bleak.
Compromising sick
bargaining with their being
just for a un-quenching kick.
They'll die soon enough.
A thousand footed spider
not more than an inch wider
wants you to bring in outsider
to bring in the provider
of more pain.
It never gets easy
you get used to peasy
because work is sleazy
ramming in then hanging out.
The dullness is fullness.
This is my day 76 entry of the 100 days of poetry by 
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