Acrid this burns in me craw.
Noxious and toxic is Law.
Cycled back to nothing but loss.
A life brought down to a stop.
On his knees this one bleeds.
Can't even get what he needs.
Slips a little further down slope.
Craves the old medicinal rope.
Hang up the worries in a high.
Like a neck in a noose pulled tight.
Sleep a sleep eternal this night.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
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