The milkmen are all gone.
Dispersed like the crows
that ravaged the tops of bottles.
A new generation sees the alternative
to ravaged and wrinkled flat peak caps -
tumbled from their heights. Yesterday's plate
no longer throttled
so that a better life can prevail,
with total control of their self - a being.
A generation no longer hostile;
no longer blind;
no longer ignorant.
Instead blissful. Modern role models.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
The milkmen are all gone.
Dispersed like the crows
that ravaged the tops of bottles.
A new generation sees the alternative
to ravaged and wrinkled flat peak caps -
tumbled from their heights. Yesterday's plate
no longer throttled
so that a better life can prevail,
with total control of their self - a being.
A generation no longer hostile;
no longer blind;
no longer ignorant.
Instead blissful. Modern role models.
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