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A third of my life is spent being disappointed.

Some men can dream of riches, sex or glory,

my dreams are of getting and staying lost,

of repeating grunt work over and over,

or of providing favors without thanks.

Just occasionally, a grudging pittance

is tossed me by a snide subconscious,                 

and I’m allowed to take pleasure in

little achievements gone at rising.

Is my waking ego so inflated that

I must be humbled every night?

I long for orgies of interesting

imaginings leaving me smug

and smiling in the morning.