<blurgh>
I grasp at thin air for emancipation,
Gasping at air thin with motivation,
Locked in a slow burn of blurgh..,
Like a boar on a spit in perpetual rotation.
Crackled and grizzled by ever patient coals
Woe is me; fair game, for the next sorry soul…
</blurgh>
Like the makeover!
mmm..boar…
like the words and the makeover