My good man, you are eloquent. You wear the tears of society’s cares quite nicely, and with class and a lovely rage. I do believe you’ve got what people pay for, pray for, work all day, every day for. Dear man, you didn’t even have to contort your style not ever, never, all the while you were right on the money, right on.
Right on wrong, long ways make for lousy pay in together’s game. Each day we’ll wait in a bitter state of inexplicable debate and wonder, curse ways we made so-called mistakes before shifting, drifting, I’ll call late, listening, what-in-Christ-sake are we doing, what kind of race of distaste, what a waste, what a waste.
Just wait! Think of all the ways we could negotiate: you, I, me, we, none! A punishment worthy of a crime none, walking a tree-lined boulevard in sun, believing in one and love, vanquished leaves and yesterday gone, done away with bygone you, bygone done.
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I'm telling you. Half, no, three-fourths of the submissions I skim through at my internship are absolute rubbish compared to what you write.