Friday, 6 January 2012

it is hard to harness shrubs

the dirt on your boots undermines your stiff salute,
crushes your bowing, fuse blown mutterings,
untempered steel, so willing, so unable,
falling foul of your own fable,
caught up in the excitement of big dreams,
you forgot to stitch the inseams,
and your trousers are flapping moronically.

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