Today I realized I couldn't dodge it for ever, so I wrote this poem. I hate it. I don't like quips disguised as poems by line breaks. Nevertheless, if I don't get it out of the way, I'll never get on with the next one.
So I'm neither the quick nor the dead.
Thanks, folks. Tip your waitresses. I'll be here all week. Unless I die.
I never remember whether “dearth” means
too much or not enough.
May it be the same
when fate removes the “r.”