he sighs in mid november

his once sharp features
eroded with time
his button nose
peeking out clitorally
from sagging jowls

he was once somebody
in fact
he was once someone
now just a collection
of clogged arteries
desperate to cling
to the sparse silver
crowning his skull
razor sharp tongue
pitted and dulled
he glares ruddily
with porcine contempt

he never meant
to become a dour old twit
time just had
its way with him

at night he sobs
wishing to have died
in his prime
before he transitioned
into a jack o’lantern
weeks after halloween

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