They killed the rooster, the morning, the daylight alike.
Swooped down with the interpretation of a man,
Better suited to climb and move mountains.
With hands coarse, likened to dry unfinished concrete;
Who believes, knows we were better off as animals.
Born from the swamp, a questionable son.
Young enough to shoulder the sideshows, or
Too brash in public (private), or too old and stumbling.
They replaced the burden, the phrase; the old gang.
Vices fell comparable to rain, Midwestern rain; fleeting and selfish.
Expandable only by ways, waves electrical and mutually delicate.
Only to be seen through glares, unwarranted; or
Eyes hungry as ever.
And I’ve been held down, tightly by the nape;
By ill plans, weaker farmhands, and a pusher man.
Who couldn’t keep me silent, tired, or invested.
They arrived like the wind, and aimed for the lumbar;
Accompanied by other things previously injured.
Peering on like an lonely housemother;
Or the young boy, squeamish, suffering.
Saying, right between the eyes.
And hello Everyone!!!
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Or soft, fuzzy slippers.
Peruse. enjoy yourselves.
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