Moody and uncertain,
The felicities of life have bypassed him,
Left with only breathing causes to stand in for satisfaction
As long as life will allow,
He salvages his existence by operating as a life umpire,
Calling it as he sees it, trying to stay objection
Cannot be bought and has even less to sell,
But reading individuals and situations right bring his a modicum of joy
Simple measure, basic plots, he is wired for those such occasion,
That is when he allows a little spark to enter him,
Contributing to mostly positive results
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