My Burden is a Joke
Would he never leave me alone? Could I live my life with him near? Should he always be in my zone? Must I learn to accept him here? He'll never be lost from me though, This boil on my being, this toad. His works are well loved, to my woe, I hear of them, I bear this load. The past is the past we are told, And cannot be changed to this day. I was not proud or so bold As to think he'd not have his way. He is ever my hobgob...
