Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Luckiest Unlucky Bastard in the World

Even the undesirable
Can seem like it's taking too long
To get here. Who wants the scalpel
Who isn't sufficiently sick?

Sometimes the harshest medicine
Makes the anesthesia taste sweet
In anticipation, sugar
Plum visions dancing in the head,

And the thought of recovery
As magical as a lottery,
A dream home in the wilderness
An end to any need for work,

The unguarded praise of nations,
The admiration of colleagues,
The contentment of a lifetime,
The exact family one has.

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