Tuesday, August 29, 2006

...being shot down with bullets of work.

rat-tat-tat-tat...
the machine gun spewed its bullets

one by one
they shot over the air
pushed through defenses
hit their target

rat-tat-tat-tat...
artillery fired away

i, collapsed
from sheer exhaustion
as reason died in the hands of work

i, surrendered
waved the white flag
foresaw the lost of september

fare thee well
my social life
draw your last breath
on the eve of freedom

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