Self-Portrait 63.2

I wish I was the summer sun
So I could burn my enemies,
And cause them to rethink their lives,
Regret the extra calories —

But I am more like a balloon:
One may not notice that I’m there,
And I’m archaic, overstretched,
And filled with nothing but

Hot air

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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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