We live and learn.
Well, that’s bullshit;
at least for me.
I make the same mistakes
over and over:
because they taste so
goddamn sweet;
like eating piggy-little cakes.
Oh out they come again -
the old group of grumpy bastards.
They are the sickly, sweet scent
of honeysuckle
to a weary bee.
They are that little rowing boat
on a vast, lonely sea:
when I think I’m going to drown.
They are the little shit of a fly
that you simply cannot
swat!
But worst of all,
they are all the things I neglect
to notice,
which I have already got.
