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My Hole World

Like a hole in the head,
Hole issues permeate my existence.

They say there is a black hole above my head,
It depletes the ozone layer and cooks my brain.

There is a hole in my pocket,
For which GEJ took my vote but refuse to seal.

Doctors don’t wish me well either.
Simply tired, they test me for hole in the heart.

I know that arthritis come with age,
Buy my physician thinks its hole in the bone.

Holes are rude he said,
Radiculopathy, dwelt under IBB’s feet.

Women offer me lopsided love,
Yet a man must always fall into holes.

There is an inevitable hole under my feet,
Six feet of dugged earth, to rest all my hole matters.
(26-03-2013)

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