Leavings on life's dinner plate
Is what I find
As I take a sip
Leaving it far behind.
A rotted old shoe
Filled with brine and brack
Several gray ties
Tied squarely in the back.
Nonsense words and meaningless
Dances, I sway now and then
My hair swings out
It tangles as I weave it.
Cluttered not at all
Along I sing my song
Great John, are you there
Weeping in ashes?
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