the Burning

AS ALWAYS, there's the burning, 
It never seems to stop; 
A picture in a magazine 
Inside a barbershop 

And he is there again. It is 
A feeling he knows well: 
For when the burning comes, there is 
No place to go 

But hell

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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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