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Willy Loman

Willy Loman hid God forsaken hose
Death of a dream hellish punch in the nose
Finish line in sight, nearly free and clear
Ledger seems balanced but life in arrears

What stockings mended to drive me insane?
Zero joy found in life’s zero sum game
Status, honor, not found in looking glass
Impotence pondered sitting on my ass

Dreams that tantalize leave us thirsting so
Visions of Champagne encircled with roe
No matter strength with which we cling and claw
Desolation is the end for us all

“Attention must be paid,” grave epithet
Race keeps devolving to level of rat