Compensations blind
to little blighters,
Irritations,
never noticed
at the start,
Compensations mask
persistent buggers,
Noted,
but ignored,
with all your heart.
Compensations ease
the little rotters,
Irritating,
itching
to be scratched,
But, bother,
though the beggars
bug and bite you,
Compensations speak
and try to patch.
Compensations pander
mere intentions,
Overlook,
accept,
as best they can,
Compensations balk
at intervention,
Psychoanalyse
each woman,
every man.
Compensations level
rough roads travelled,
Pave the way,
and pad
the journey forth,
Compensations wear
a stoic face mask,
In silence,
loudly question,
what they’re worth.
Compensations cry,
just retribution,
Relinquish
favour feathered,
worn thin,
Compensations rise,
seek soft reunion,
But, compensations,
Fuck ’em,
They don’t win.
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