Swamp Thing

Mired in the swamp
of inexplicable misery,
Luxuriating, immobile
in
the slow swirl.
Not even trying to get out.

Waiting for something.
What?
A crocodile?
Come on, drown!

But it's too shallow.
Can't put the head under the water,
Not made of that
sort of stern
stuff.

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