attempting to perfect it
to nail the shiny sheen
self-denial insensate
pick my white bones clean
hold the pittance of penne
macaroni, no matter the cost
I want the real spaghetti
the superlative pasta sauce
and here I count my plunder
oh, Buddha sold and bought
my soul squeezed through the needle eye
a lifetime's gain of naught
but if I should begin it
and if I play the part
to sit and sigh and smile
self-hug straight to the heart
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