Yeah, Why Not?

OK, so not every post has to be comic genius. Not that any posts yet have been comic genius, or even comic mediocrity, but that is neither here nor there.

Why not make a further display of said mediocrity with a vague attempt at poetry? I figure I have nothing to lose at this point.

My apologies to the Title Fanatics out there. It has none. Here is an arbitrary marker to show you where to start:

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I offered it gifts both exquisite and dear,
I praised and adored it, not a moment passed
That I did not attend it; yet it did not remain.

I caged it, I kept it, I begged it to stay,
With every bold action my loss was assured
By a blind adherence; I was stranded once more.

In angry rebellion I shed expectations,
Ran jilted and jaded, careless and foolish;
They should have been warned that I had no heart.

And then… By fortune? I chanced upon it
Where it quietly waited, patiently hoping,
Neither bound nor bribed, to endure.

By Jennifer Lynn Vanderputten
Over the course of some years
And finally left to be itself
On October 14, 2004