Oh God, the angst! I am left without thanks in this Godless world. What is now left as I sit, am I befret? If I could have but one less angst, less undone. Instead, my time remains as Hamlet refrains, out of joint. (What's the point?)
09/17/1980
Author's Note: ... college stuff.....
Posted on 04/27/2010Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
