I tried to ensnare it like a mole in a trap.
Where I’d seen it before, now it wasn’t.
It was like an invisible hole or a gap.
Whenever I came back to find it I couldn’t.
It was hot out there – barely any shade.
The filler and the drink I’d brought had all dried up.
My genie never once thought to come to my aid.
Before long I fell to my knees, cried, “What?
It can’t be so! The gaps have already been filled!”
threw my hands up, blurted out, “But who really cares?”
crawled back to the post, had my flask refilled.
Once more, you say? I’d just as soon lose all my hair.
There’s more to life, surely, than drinking and pissing.
But here’s the damn truth: if something’s missing,
then there’s got to be something that used to be there.
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