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February 26, 2014

Having lost the piece of paper
that says how much to pay,
the just-lost cost of an auto caper
on one fateful September day
became like a broken windshield scraper
in a pell-mell iced foray.

It wasn't all that hard of a day
but tiring nonetheless;
writhing out in the frigid fray
and cleaning up this f***iní mess!

Then, with radio unfortunately on
listíning to vocal patter;
hastening out to my place as a pawn
whilst hearing what didnít matter.

It's supposed to be humor
but how it falls flat!
Like a pus-filled tumor
from the brains of a gnat.