Daily I dine in this wreck
Littered comfort of days of yore
With broken china and rusted cutlery
And my rustic self with pristine etiquette
Daily I wander to nowhere
With no purpose aforethought
Slaying the grasses either side of the track road
Without malice aforethought
Idly I moon
Like decaying melon.
Breeding maggot like abandoned corpse
Yuck!
Salvage me from this wreckage
And send me away like package
To Him in celestial abode,
who accommodates me
Curing me of all infirmities.
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