I wash my hands
of the whole enterprise
I grow weary not wise
the attempt to find
a kindred mind and spirit
dispiriting in the extreme
exhausting beyond measure
to ingratiate myself with
those who give me pleasure
and find that still it's not enough
better instead to toughen up
and forge ahead alone
than chase my tail
chasing tail
like a dog digging
for a phantom bone
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