Transcendental Sonnet #1234:
An Existential Song Upon the Tongue
When I was young it was thought cool
To use the word "existential"
Now that I am no longer young
But an old fool fundamental
Now no mere word the whole song sung
And all of my life left to me
Existing if flickeringly
Between to be and not to be
A life lived existentially
Existence is hard for a broken shard
Intended to live fast and to die young
And leave behind a handsome corpse of course
Bankruptcy madness poetry divorce
An existential song upon the tongue
+Steven Curtis Lance
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