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The Dastardly Task
(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

The Dastardly Task

Poem By Margaret Alice Second

One long, dry legal text, I'm trying
my best, one long dry legal text, but
nevertheless, however I try, I cannot
finish it, my head's starting to crack

I suffer for lack of oxygen, my skin is
shrivelling and nothing seems thrilling
in this long dark night of a legal text, I
cannot utter a word to reveal my plight

Or fight against my inner being, mute,
immobile, without typing because when
I try, time seems to dry up in front of my
face, psychosomatic fatigue indicates

I need people to talk to, the doll faces
keeping me company can't lift the veil of
darkness and the terrible legal text goes
on and on, I have been abandoned

By the forces of life, bitterness filling my
heart - though as soon as a joyful thing
happens again bitterness will be erased,
my soul shall soar as it always does

When wonderful ideas take my thoughts
into the higher realms of joy and delight,
but for now, let me be mute and tackle
the dastardly task of my terrible text

Shedding little parts of my heart as I carry
the yoke eating into my mind, destroying
my joy and my life

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Dear Brian, No - it was a text I had to translate at work - and reading boring legal texts feels like Purgatory to me. And I'll never divorce - but I might kill my beloved - divorce: never, murder: possibly, though not probably... When I love someone, it is forever, and this goes for family and friends.
Divorce document? breakups are hard enough without adding sharks and legalese...
Shedding little parts of my heart as I carry the yoke eating into my mind, destroying my joy and my life - superb 10


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