Stuck in a rut
of fear.
Guck, through I cut,
now clear.
Shuck, here's a nut;
no beer.
Pluck until ****
then jeer.
Struck at the glut.
New sheers
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
Stuck in a rut
of fear.
Guck, through I cut,
now clear.
Shuck, here's a nut;
no beer.
Pluck until ****
then jeer.
Struck at the glut.
New sheers
Meanings are relative.
© October 4th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
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