A man of abused and squandered talent
Digging deeper into his hill;
Chastising his lost world
For each and every ill.
The treasure he'd been gifted
He wrongly claimed as stolen;
Nursing festering wounds
A despicable rot to hole in.
Joining military balmy
In dutiful self-loathing;
With eternal regret finding
Not a man made by his clothing.
None gullible in ruthless time
Batter steps up to dusty plate;
Evacuated stadium void
What matters safe when it's too late?
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