16 Renford Road
Soliloquy #1
Submission Techniques
"The Form"

No Rhyme, no lie: still shit
- Christopher Fraser

Implicit fatalism
	in a lighted birthday candle.
Insistent nag to end all days
	in ethereal smoke.

Implied: deny all wisdom;
	accept all pleas to pay no mind.
No one cares, bad fortune's scarce;
	the hype's got your mind noose-tied.

Who's this fooling; I give in.
	I've hid behind my third's false corpse.
I want to hide from man and mind,
	but tramps are they who have no homes.

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