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Wasted Life
by Randal A. Burd, Jr.
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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They treat Life like some erotic game.
Shaking and junk-sick, minds askew,
They know no splendor.
Most have never had a milkshake,
Much less attended a tea.
The silent nights breed no verse,
For they have not the fertile minds of poets.
Their sleep is mundane--
Barren minds unaware of the clamour
Of trains and screaming sirens.
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Copyright © 1998 by Randal A. Burd, Jr.
*previously published as "Life"
Publications: Rolla, MO: Southwinds, Fall 1998
Author's Note: Poems viewed here are the latest versions and are not necessarily word-for-word as published.
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