Cruelest Curse

Cruelest Curse

Life was something to be endured
Barely tolerable most of the time

Dog culture, authoritarian populism
Hassles of life, wastes of time

Getting out of bed wasn’t worth the effort
Yet what other choice was there?

Get up, deal with shit, brush your teeth
Do what you had to to get on with it

The care and upkeep of the body
The care and upkeep of the home

The paying of bills, the playing of roles
The only respite was when the mind was free to roam

To think of other worlds and possibilities
The metaphysical, the pursuit of truth

The ability to articulate the obvious amid the pretense
Was the ultimate pleasure and the cruelest curse

Original artwork in image by Isobel Harmon.

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