Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Infernal Furnace

My internal furnace doesn't burn very bright or hot—
It never did, except on my way to Hell,
And, even if I looked good briefly, it didn't matter,
And I got old and disabled for the long haul
And can't afford anything any more,
And everything is appreciably worse.

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 2:26 PM
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous3/25/2009 9:05 PM

    It can and shall get better.

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  2. Twilight3/27/2009 2:50 PM

    Not everything, Ron....not the writing. That's not "appreciably worse". :-)

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  3. Ron Southern3/28/2009 5:20 PM

    I need more fans like that for my fan club. Linda's too new to know any better, but Twilight ought to be bored with me by now, but don't tell her!

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)

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