As we travel
through the hills and valleys
the calms and the storms
The words
strewn and carefully placed
Lead each of us to experience
His joy
Her heartaches
His regret
Her boasting
There is one here who wails
Suggesting she suffers from slings and arrows
When
in fact
Her wounds are self inflicted
She begs mercy
But deserves only disdain
She is a maurauder
the quintessential wolf in sheepskin
Her only comfort comes from
licking
and
*******
the
bones
Of the few and fair she pledged protection
lying a tangled mass
a macabre resemblance of
pick up sticks
in her corrupt cage of corpses
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
As we travel
through the hills and valleys
the calms and the storms
The words
strewn and carefully placed
Lead each of us to experience
His joy
Her heartaches
His regret
Her boasting
There is one here who wails
Suggesting she suffers from slings and arrows
When
in fact
Her wounds are self inflicted
She begs mercy
But deserves only disdain
She is a maurauder
the quintessential wolf in sheepskin
Her only comfort comes from
licking
and
*******
the
bones
Of the few and fair she pledged protection
lying a tangled mass
a macabre resemblance of
pick up sticks
in her corrupt cage of corpses
It must've killed you to lie on that pull out sofa and listen to him "make love" to his wife in the next room....
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