Glen Martin Fitch Poems

I can't undo
what stupidly I've done.
To face embarrassment
I'd rather die.
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Beside him, silent, stately,
on his right,
the old magician's
fair assistant stands alert,
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If puppies know a canine God,  
how can He justify 
the wanton ways of Man?
This world was once 
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Okay! I feel the pain.
So where's the gain?
We limp through life.
Some keep the march.
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I know I see 
what others cannot see.
I've spied 
the desperate frenzy 
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The ghosts come out to meet me
from their sleep.
Not as my parents
do they watch the door,
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Each habit he tries on,
each sight explores.
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Drinking's what it's all about.
Lager, pilsner, porter, stout!
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It's not the heat.
It's my humidity.
Some days on every thing
we disagree.
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Is there anything more embarrassing
Than the tell-tale wreckage of love
The morning after?
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