serpentines swirl with the coming
serpentines swirl with the comingof more snow or just another day
limpid I neatly fold old light
into mysteries of more and same
there is a fine line drawn
between the living
and the feeble door knockers
crying barefoot in frosty farewell
weighed down by day's anchor
I slept in a sluggish forgetfulness
dragged and skinned
by the few that actually owns
almost everything
piled into dark caves - no reason
greed is a powerful tool
for the possessively challenged
lives flicker and die every second
generating more gold
to the lost lunatic dragons
not even in sleep is there justice
small men keep marching
just for the hell of it
lesser men look the other way
it's all about the Sumerian math
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-03-12 at 04:05
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