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46 Up Late on a Work Night:A Lament O noctem præclaram! When his brain is drenched with Chesterfield Ale, He loves tapping out long, soppy e-mails To seasoned friends and admired enemies. While he does this, he listens to a hail Of lewd noise, and heavy metal prevails. He lights another, downs more beer with ease. He could spend his whole life like this, washed out And glazed over, swimming the molten soup Of slack, smoky time, beery underwater, Slow motion slide, the roar of chords, the shout Of it all, the endless bottle-clunked loop, The slender filament charred forever: But bitter ghosts ache through his bones for days. He grows to regret his asinine ways. ...

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