Come on, get over it.
You were a lousy lover,
that's why the muse left you.
What do you think?
It was about making a masterpiece?
It was not. It was about finding yourself
in the stroke of a pen, in the stroke of a clock.
Like Brother Richard used to say:
it's never too late to get it together ---
Maybe.
However, most boys get smart too late
some even die old fools. It's too sad,
that when hormones are raging,
you will, inescapably, live your mistakes.
Smart as a whip
has a price tag,
the kick of a mule.
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