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March of the Sardonic Pawns


Daddy Bear

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bitter cold the darkness

and sun brings only heat

a burned or frozen Hobson's choice

for every slab of meat

 

migratory fevered

but these two wretches know

the railroads lead to nowhere safe

the trains all run too slow

 

still the meat it twitches

a central nervous wreck

with tears imprisoned in our eyes

we voice what we suspect

 

no road on this planet

will lead to Heaven's gate

we wish Charades was over now

but nothingness will wait

 

find a patch of twilight

we'll dig a six-foot pit

grace it with two marker stones

and fill it with our ****

 

not a Norman Rockwell

but our way to survive

to desecrate the open wound

will keep us half-alive

 

blended foe and lover

i am that which you need

extend to me your filthy hands

and wipe them on my sleeve

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I'm not lying, your poem just made me wet,

it's that good.

 

This poem makes ME wet too, and I'm a guy!

It's that good!!

 

hah, kidding of course, but in all seriousness this is a really good poem, I like it a lot

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