| All Over Again
Tried and tried, but couldn't make it work.
Retried, refried, rehashed knee-jerk.
Remarried, rehired, retrained to boot.
Did this, done that, and don't give a hoot.
So tired, still wired, coffee about to perk.
Tread so worn to where danger lurk.
Time for a wake over, makeover shot.
Time to piss, or get to off the pot.
Retired, rewired, red pistol hot.
Retread, not dead, give it all you've got.
For there's nothing sweeter than that still small sound,
When childhood comes creeping, … back around.
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Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull