Saturday, November 17, 2012

you speak as if you knew what you were saying

well what are you going to say to me?

you know I was there and it was nothing like

you're saying it was

I saw you run passed a man pinned down

by his home's wreckage ignoring the cry for help

blood and mud lining boots sludging on

in the cold unelectric night

and now I hear you taking bows

before blue jeaned belly rolled milfs

for the work others committed to

while you hid in a corner shivering

another beer and whiskey

before I get up and join your table...

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