Saturday, December 3, 2011

How Many Chances?...

A sliver of hope, the giver of soft dreams
     deliver us from evil, eh man?
for there but for the grace of god go you
     and what would you do,
what torment would you endure
     to live a life chaste and pure?
So easy for others to say,
     so hard for them to see it your way
when you yourself don't understand
    what has held you so long in its sway,
what spell commanded
     Just how does one get out of this chicken outfit
you must first understand the bare bones of it
     peel back the onion skin and don't mind the smell,
the fecund aroma of a life rotting away...
                     11-03-11

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