what's he going to do today?

is he going to be sloppy sentimental about women?

is he going to all go mystic-apocalyptical?

is he going to whine about being old and no one wants to play with him anymore?

is he going to bemoan a past that is merely his mental construct?

is he going to sing the praises of young'uns who politely smile at him?

is he going to curse God for gouging his price out of him...this alleged God

of Love and Mercy, who's anything but!?

is he going to keep on trying to do the right thing

while God does him down for doing right?

what's he going to do today?

who's going to care?

is there anyone who'll care less than he does?

oh fool oh fool oh endless fool...

you tangle in your own knots and God just stands there staring--

and the more fool you if you believed your childish delusions

of mercy and forgiveness--ain't no such thing...

ladies and gentlemen...we have a winner!

it's the God-cursing him--

next race...any time you want it to be...

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