Pose for Prose (The Martyr Knows)

hey fadeout, what’s
your goal in life,

any brain left wavin’
in your drained

or better, any whispers
naughty worth their

only to write life’s
truest poem-

over and over it’s
over in clover
and over

“what? to no end? love’s
so over, just man up
and let go of her!

no never, old

image: https://www.1stdibs.co.uk/art/paintings/#itemId=a_2547423

image: http://www.touchtalent.com/painting/art/Life-Cycle-439832

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