A Veteran of Stupidity,
-On glassed aisles go-
With spumes of lackluster
-Atramentous and waves of cordial green-
I watch the world go topsy-turvy,
And my blinders fall.
If all were said and done again,
I’d wish it to erase-
Gone be the mistakes I’ve made,
And with it pleas of wisdom.
For wherefore hath it strung?
If all were said and done?