Sunday, May 22, 2016

Question: Isn't it poetry time, you little bitch?

Gonna be honest. Saved this one for a few days until I was in the mood.

By the way, you are the bitch. You're a big bitch!

Holding onto whoring trends
like cattle calls, the grazing ends
like saddled wights, the hazing sends
the addled into warring bends

And while the cast is triggered cold
as heaving breaths record the bold
as weaving threads abhor the sold
the seething mast is jiggered old

Together we can make the day
if winds stay down, the settled clay
if hearts fray sound, the mottled stay
the mind aloft forsakes what may

Short Answer: War is Hindsight

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