That Which Has Come To Sit Too Long Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

That Which Has Come To Sit Too Long



Uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
With a wish to split,
And done quick...
From all illegitimate conflicts.

And uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
That which has come to sit too long.
To do a doing one knows is wrong,
But done to do by few who choose.

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