Whatever it is, it bothers us

Wherever we go, it follows us

And we can’t handle it;

It’s raining and it’s snowing and

It’s going to take awhile

It’s faded, hardly glowing and

It’s really hard to smile.

It’s all just so ridiculous

It matters not a whit:

It frankly makes me really tired

Come to think of it.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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