Doctor, Doctor

Mud diving, the greatest of endeavours, the insight one finds, when deep in the muck, is indispensable.

knee-deep, fancy-free-form dip beyond, in the abyss of it all,

the fake out, bug out,

you dirty little stop out

just get out get out

)as way of notes of my proem(

and now

)sounds the tones of my home(

for my next trick

)through the steno of my tome(

by the grace of

)stand at the onset of my roam(

intellectualism

)fine wire, the seton of my comb(

and

)set a marking stone of my Rome(

good stock, old chap

I shall mount

an attack on the

good intentions

of the less fortunate

coveted attack

call to employment

or deployment

disabled?

not a problem

not ours anyway

three cheers to the naysayers, backstabbers, name callers

Doctor, Doctor I feel trapped in the liminal space between where I am and where I want to be.

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: While I work on some challenge (both official and unofficial) entries, here is a semi-Stream of Consciousness-social-commentary poem.