Tuesday, August 19, 2014
I have a nemesis, or perhaps a rival
Climbing from chair to chair to chair to me!
He dare not look me in the eye,
His sustaining soul is like carbon paper,
The staircase he climbs to see me,
I would think to be boring: the same old,
Only repeating, like a broken disk:
Marching with paranoia, evermore at my heel
With dry, ailing, if not stormy wit!
He has stretched months into years!
God will make a date for him, to explain his
Sheaf of tapeworms, swarming in his head.
No: 4525 (8-19-2014) © Dennis L. Siluk, dr.h.c.