Great hawk enshrouds tiny ring;
swallowing silence in the reflection of spring;
Your shadow bemoans my gentle home;
where wax wings and iron legs of sternness roam.
Between shattered glass and petal's dance
whose schadenfreude--makes you sound like an ***
Oh, what a ******* intellectual chore
when even poetry doesn't make sense anymore.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
Great hawk enshrouds tiny ring;
swallowing silence in the reflection of spring;
Your shadow bemoans my gentle home;
where wax wings and iron legs of sternness roam.
Between shattered glass and petal's dance
whose schadenfreude--makes you sound like an ***
Oh, what a ******* intellectual chore
when even poetry doesn't make sense anymore.
(c) KEP '12
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