I bet the one who survived best
Was the one who did just enough
to spare the lash, but taste no ire
who slipped away when shots were fired
I wonder how they saw themselves
a rat, a man?
God knows what else
In thought as in plan,
in work as in bust
Everything is as was ever done.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
I bet the one who survived best
Was the one who did just enough
to spare the lash, but taste no ire
who slipped away when shots were fired
I wonder how they saw themselves
a rat, a man?
God knows what else
In thought as in plan,
in work as in bust
Everything is as was ever done.
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