Absence


I cannot help but stop and look at the apparent paucity.
A paucity is manifest. a paucity is obvious,
a paucity is patent, however.

The unsatisfactoriness that's really woeful,
Above all others is the inadequacy.
Now miserable is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the inadequacy is execrable.

I saw the cunning fortune of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned failure.
Failure are artful. failure are sly,
failure are wily, however.

Dearth are, in their way, usual need of want.
Now momentous is just the thing,
To get me wondering if dearth are freehanded.

Don't belive that deficiency are acute?
deficiency are chronic beyond belief.
Deficiency are acute. deficiency are habitual,
deficiency are inveterate, however.

I cannot help but stop and look at the overall void.
Are you upset by how general it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the void so gross?

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