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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Front Row Seat

I have reached a point in this investment
Where it would be advisable
To "Cut your losses"
But there is a resonating problem therein.
You see:
It breaks down to the difference between quantity and quality.
The scale is certainly tipped toward the cons.
If you are looking at sheer numbers.
I mean,
These losses are substantial.
Not only that but they are growing exponentially.
With new hole springing every day,
The ship is well know sinking,
And it will be fire and rubble and caskets before long.
However, that synapsis is overlooking one huge thing.
The quality,
Of the only thing,
Residing on the pros side.
Yes it is small in number.
Small as you can get before non-existence in fact,
But size matters not,
And the payout is substantially greater than all the turmoil and toil of ten-fold the losses.
So,
You see,
I would be impossible for me to just,
Cut ties.
Turn tail,
And leave this now.
Plus, Who doesn't want to watch a train crash in slow motion?

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