Thursday, June 18, 2015

You, And The Horse You Rode In On...

When it all falls down
And buries you,
Cutting off the light,
What will you do?

Here, we flattened,
Chastened, ones lie,
Ask for no quarter,
We grudgingly comply
Thinking: "Kiss my ass"
Until we dwindle and die.

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