sordid sonnet 18

long to slow goes that way & this
jabber strays to a closed laff
each aim’s a target becoming miss:
please talk to our staff

bent words get to metal
it’s probably all mental)

in the hard-fought battle
derelict’s errata
managing unclocked hours
start-processed incorrectly
guilty pressures rattle:
speed runs flat, a
mortgaging—just unsung plowers
scheming  (indirectly

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