Here’s another one from my Substack burblings in response to a suggestion that one should go out and get what one wants.
I’d say that going after what wants is all very well, as long as you don’t want much.
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I only get what I want
if I want what I get
Much of what I’ve wanted
I’d prefer to forget
Wanting what I get
hasn’t failed me yet
But wanting what I want
has led to regret
Of getting what I wanted
And the corresponding debt
So if I get what I want
now with guilt I’m beset
What I want is often dangerous
And it poses a threat
‘Cause I’m a victim of addiction
now I want a cigarette
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Richmond Road 
what I want is to go back to November 2024 and have a different election result
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Wanting miracles is just the sort of idea that you shouldn’t torture yourself with.
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As always, love the poetry, but in this case, not so much the closing line. Ick.
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In truth I stopped smoking about 30 years back, but it rhymed.
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Well, OK then. I like the poem AND the fact you stopped smoking! 🥰
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