Failed Solipsist
A week of ice and wind when I had meant
To bike the 30 miles to work and back—
It seems the world's conspiring to prevent
A healthy life for me—it wants me slack.
Just like I know I really ought to watch
The sauce, but it's not good to drink alone,
And friendly barkeeps always pour my Scotch
Without a jigger—I should piss and moan?
My first half-century's gone. If things don't change
I'll never finish this one, but they don't,
And since it seems I simply can't arrange
The world to fit my plans, then I just won't.
"The world is too much with us." That's a lie.
The world's against us till the day we die.
10:04:22 PM 
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