Wednesday, October 28, 2015

gone.

all that glitters is gold
from this heart to these folds
if you understand the man
then you understand his prose

push back and then shove
slide it under the rug
if he's got a loose cannon
then he better look smug

on eternal trial
drawn out like the Nile
whitestrips pack a punch
so he's flashing a smile

throw it out and then shout
it's the end of a drought
he's showing off to peers
and gaining some clout

what you thought was wrong
is the climax of song
the gift that keeps giving
well after he's gone



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