no stories left

no stories left, he’s told them; 
no fables left to preach —
no fabric left for clothing,
no wares for six dollars each

all kinds of people been hurting,
all kinds of folks seen a fall;
nobody’s left who remembers
nobody’s left here

at all

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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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