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Are We Having Fun Yet?

When the jigs up

And over before it begins
I sing the chorus backwards
In the backwoods harmony of
One’s onetime Clan-

dutifully out of tune with
time and myopic within
A minuet of the moment

If only,

Dance was a prance forward
Not a return to position
Contrition could be a Curtain Call
That drapes the shroud

Fodder

Now that platitude is six to five & pick-em
over what’s empirical, or even a paradox-
Gig rhymes with Vigorish,
while the algorithm approaches Sainthood
with parsimony soon to Cannon.

Fodder

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