Today I am sure
most of the poetry
written by William Blake
is unnecessarily complicated
and more or less
a pain in the ass.
Today I am sure
that life is the art
of delaying what is
inevitable and
accelerating
what is recalcitrant.
Today I am sure
that greed
is a disorder,
an addiction that blinds
the sufferer
and corrodes society.
Copyright 2012 Hans Ostrom
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