I Grew Up in a Rut…

I grew up in a rut, 
It’s all we could afford;
There wasn’t that much traffic, though,
And though we never soared

We learned to love the cool, cool mud,
Though yeah, a few things sucked:
Like all the noise and pressure from
The family being

Trucked

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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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