Howsoever I Quit

Howsoever I quit

it will be magnificent.

Wherefore my capitulation?

I’m tired as shit

and also,

I don’t give any

that you think

my language archaic

or pretentious or

full of myself

Yes, obviously

full of myself

otherwise it, in all

its creaky Victorian clunk

wouldn’t be mine.

and if I don’t quit,

the naysayers be damned!

And you, naysayer,

put it there! without you,

I’d never have realized

how little I cared.

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