Karmically Unpleasant

poetry

I will, I will, I
promise. Karma’s
got me by the balls again.
I will, I’ve killed, but
now I sense
you’re not amused this time.

Oh
I will, I will! It’s
just so much
to try and handle all alone.
I will, I will, as
you forget you used to be
a friend of mine.

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