On my belly
I conspire
To Live
A life of crime
Glory above
There is no
Such thing as
No Values
All fortunes
and deeds
become dusty
clouds
On the horizon
There is only
A legacy
of old jokes
Passed down
through births
and marriages
across towns
Held up
by gunpoints
and finger
points
Pinned down
by church
potlucks
and Casseroles
Propped up
by war stories
and movies
About heroes
Brought down
by their own
Glories
In the dust
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
On my belly
I conspire
To Live
A life of crime
Glory above
There is no
Such thing as
No Values
All fortunes
and deeds
become dusty
clouds
On the horizon
There is only
A legacy
of old jokes
Passed down
through births
and marriages
across towns
Held up
by gunpoints
and finger
points
Pinned down
by church
potlucks
and Casseroles
Propped up
by war stories
and movies
About heroes
Brought down
by their own
Glories
In the dust