Denis Holzhauser Poems

If things had been different,
I might have been a millionaire
If I'd have worked harder,
I might have gotten somewhere
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It sidles and it scurries and it nips you to the quick,
It hides inside the darkness and begins to make you sick,
The white robed proctor tries to stop it; maybe make you well,
The worm just smiles and smirks and says 'You can't, sir, I'm cancer,
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There are some things that are always worth doing,
Going to bed, eating toast, or just some plain old fashion screwing,
Seldom is the day where all the choices are really easy,
Or a time when your fried eggs aren't greasy,
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