Sorrow


Life's a banquet.
A peasant fat.
Losing his marbles
and giving up his cash.
She is a shoe smith.
Watching the baker's wife.
Knowing all the better how
to roll the rice.
Life's a banquet a
beast to behold. No
it's more human then you'd
like to show.

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