THE SAMENESS OF DAYS
You hold the peasants at bay.
You have your work cut out.
You should make enough, as
the winter is coming.
Your slivery tongue will get me down.
Same as it was yesterday.
I have diligently numbered the days
since I came west.
It was the only thing left to do,
while heading upriver.
Captain of my soul, now I know.
Good measuring has informed us.
The plains of the world were
where the gold of happiness was.
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