my grave concerns 

i wish for the opportunity, the privilege rather, to have grave concerns for what mankind about me, 

in ways of fortune and prosper for all, but alas, a roiled monster lives in my boots, an insatiable unctuous grey leech takes my rent, 

and my daylight toils are endless to purchase a mere breath above clouded water’s crest; 

perhaps i am not sure i am equiped. I might be occupied by just my self. call it my grave concerns.

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