ANOTHER “CONQUEST” HITS THE DUST!
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“Another one bites the dust,”**
Says a song folks have discussed…
Some say conquest
Fits a man best,
Without—it’s hard to adjust.
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We’ve done it various ways,
Channeling it for praise…
Getting someone bathed
In the whirl pool saved
Me from being defeated those days.
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I guess also poetry
Is challenge and conquest for me…
Building blog following
Without wallowing
In pride’s important to me.
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But taken too far I lose,
Followers that I’d chose…
To push the line
Past what’s refined
Where that person began to feel used.
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Went for conquest on E-bay,
Until all the money went away…
An addiction to stop
Before the shoes drop,
And I find out what my wife would say!
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So it’s back to the drab and drear,
With little to conquer here…
No damsels distressed
But my wife’s constant request,
Why should I hold my own health that dear?
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Plus being physically unable
To do certain things makes unstable
Thoughts and desires
becoming dying fires,
Leaves less to put on the table.
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You might say,”conquer your poor health,”
But that involves just myself…
No one to save
Or need to be brave,
All that stuff gets shoved on the shelf!
–Jonathan Caswell
**a song by QUEEN.
