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idonutk

"Well. Well. Well."
The three of them said
Chips on their shoulders
And eyes stone dead.

"I bet you're a wonder,"
One goes on
Like they've ever
Wondered ever.

"And I've bet you never,"
I'll start, not lost in the way
My voice just falls
Just short of their walls.

"It's hopeless, all of that,"
The third drawls
But there's no drawl
Really nothing at all.

"Hope is worth less and less,
As I go on and on,"
I'd say if there were
Ears turned my way
Or hearts that moved any way.

"Anyway,"
The first interjects.
The third barely reacts
And the second grins at last.

"You'll come with us, won't you?"
They'll jest, like there's
Anywhere to go
At least, I sure hope so.

2026-09-05 07:24*