there are no opportunities,
for the ultimate inequality
is of attractiveness
so images are all he has;
that, and his anger:
boiling, simmering, spurting --
he can only dream of what he wants,
he can only make up stories
and scenarios
where the image becomes reality,
for his actual reality bares no resemblance,
except for the drinking
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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