No matter what he would endeavor.
And things were getting worse and worse,
As he could finish nothing, ever.
Unwatered plants, an unfed pet,
Unbought or unconstructed housing -
“As good as it would ever get”
Most of the time was pretty lousy.
Frustration bit into his pride
For all the work left unattended…
At last - last night - he simply died,
And then, at once, all business ended.
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