My Frigging LifeA Poem by PeteAlways there is life which, rightly lived, implies a divine satisfaction. - Thoreaua flight with wingless birds a church without a steeple a congregation without the people a plethora of stained glass a field of drought-stricken, trampled grass a ruler that only measures in thirds a club for pocket protected nerds always on the run holding my hat and sucking my thumb a deck of cards with nothing but jokers acquaintances of lawyers with side jobs as pawnbrokers finger digging in my nose to entrench a dam invoking fear like the boogeyman like trying to catch a falling knife this is my frigging life © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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