27th
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My first poem in a while, and hopefully to Comrade’s enjoyment – it’s titled “Irony”.
Irony
I suppose my life is doomed to that kind of irony
Irony that something could be so easily forgotten
As if it could be so easily forgotten
And as it was, so easily forgotten
And as it was, so easily remembered.
Typed or real, if the difference mattered
I most likely would have felt it
But looking back, nothing but the ravenous dogs
Stand indifferent, indifferent to the choice that was made.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen that movie.
But I think I’m indifferent enough not to mind.
And it’s almost funny – that looking back,
As if it could be so easily forgotten
Forgotten for two hours,
And as it was, so easily forgotten
And as it was, so easily remembered.






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