A Short Twist Of Bitters
Basking in the rays emitted from the top step, a tierFalls from on high, a twisted beam, askew awry
Twist of turn and tinge of Fate on a binge of late
Ah, injustice scales when History pales in a cringing stoop
Jumps through a hoop and then somersaults into the ring
Of thee I sing and cough and strangle, oh starry spangle
Costumes worn out threadbare by these ones so rare
Or are they?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-07-21 at 01:26
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