Cuatro-Dos-Cero

deadnothingbetterdeadnothingbetter Posts: 2,202
edited January 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Of fire
And vice
And coats of sweet tar
In my dissillient youth
In your backyard

After the show
Backstage
On New Year's Day

These
And many things
I never taste

Of fire
And vice
And malice
The choking
Of regression

This
And nothing more
I'll never taste
This isn't the land of opportunity, it's the land of competition.
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