Along the fence..l

Along the fence and in the fields 
We ran until we grew too tall
To look the fool, or care at all,
Our wit and fashion used as shields

To hide us from the blinding glare
Of all the lights and all the eyes —
Only to find, to our surprise,
That no one else was ever there.

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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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