Trust does not give a damn about me.
I misread the fine print.
Forgiveness is a joke told at my expense
and charged to my line of credit—I only have cold cash.
Understand men tick and tock.
Swing and miss.
Guilt is the boulder Sisyphus repeatedly
pushed up hill and watched roll back down.
Blame is a finger pointing every which way
before turning to my chesty north.
In explanation, I tell you
I begged for my life to become a story
worthy of the Greeks
so astute readers learn from my outrageous decisions.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
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