Morning doled out
in tablespoons
accumulates
far too soon
it seems no one
is immune
we love
at our discretion
Now we shiver
and we sob
amid the
minatory mob
others always
on the job
we love
at our discretion
Those there are
obsessed with it
they get a taste
and cannot quit
it becomes
a prerequisite
but we love
at our discretion
orators who seek
to bend the will
inflame our hearts
with some cheap thrill
they bate, berate
and beseech, still
we love
at our discretion
tabloids and their
cheap sensations
census takers
infect the nation
this is not
for publication
we love
at our discretion
executives and
their bloodless coup
the perversion of
all that we hold true
with all that we have
to live through
we love
at our discretion
you who would
defy the gods
would roll the dice
despite the odds
you too will find
you are still awed
by love
at your discretion
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