The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers. (delascabezas) wrote,
The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers.
delascabezas

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a poem a day...

four haughty swans set sail
on garbage lake
much to the amusement of
the local vermin

with what arrogance do they sport
class amongst the refuse
thinking attitude would add
dignity to dirty underwear

the ambience of failed environs
overwhelms their local style
reducing pomp to silly circumstance
and empty gesture

The rat, the weasel
the common maritime flyers
find this abode their paradise, without need
for swans to nest here
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