dirt clods, actually
there were few stones
in the creek that separated
their apartments from ours
a creek, and income gap even we,
barely double digits old, could see
as clearly as the stream
between our worlds
in our battles, I missed
on purpose, as did most
of the Manor marines--never
did a clod hit me
our general, Rex, connected often
inviting obscenities from our opponents
but never did they cross the creek
if they had, it would have been
for naught, for we had won the war
before the skirmishes began
our pool, tennis courts, and club
were the arsenals that gave us the edge
and the Stuart Manor soldiers knew this
but chunked the dirt valiantly
all the same
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
dirt clods, actually
there were few stones
in the creek that separated
their apartments from ours
a creek, and income gap even we,
barely double digits old, could see
as clearly as the stream
between our worlds
in our battles, I missed
on purpose, as did most
of the Manor marines--never
did a clod hit me
our general, Rex, connected often
inviting obscenities from our opponents
but never did they cross the creek
if they had, it would have been
for naught, for we had won the war
before the skirmishes began
our pool, tennis courts, and club
were the arsenals that gave us the edge
and the Stuart Manor soldiers knew this
but chunked the dirt valiantly
all the same
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