last resort

Last Resort

I waver
in &
out of
value systems
I used
to hold
dear.


They grown
fainter
with each
passing year.


I’d better
do something
quick, what
with winter
coming on.


Maybe organize
a few
Saturday night
penny-ante
poker games.

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