
A warning
A warning, oh how ominous,
Offering up advice so preposterous.
Observe with delight, as I ignore with glee,
Only to later regret, the foolishness in me.
Obnoxious and overbearing, the warning’s sound,
Offering up tales of woe, that I’ll surely drown.
Oftentimes I find, that the warning’s a bore,
Only to later discover, that I should’ve listened more.
Obtuse and outdated, the warning may seem,
Only to later realize, that it was a dream.
Oh how I wish, I had listened with care,
For now I’m left, with nothing but despair.
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