each blush a living thing

each breathe soft irony

so much deeper, lovelier than sweet

so tender and gentle her first surrender

on his right elbow, while gazing at her

his thoughts of her who

may be almost perfect

for the project I have in mind

I’ve given my life quite a ride

from the streets of poverty

to the thing that might

try to maximize the prize

of truth below a shining sky

for this moment I recalled

there is no rules, which is true

with anyone sucking on our nations tit

we locked gazes with hate unsurpassed

we heard the rules and silently laughed

having already shared two bottles of Crown Royal ,

we had made our terms

there are vast armies of starving children

and broken hearted parents

who are being robbed

by our so called friends in the mob

what say we get these two,

steal the children back,

and all else we can manage,

then go the bar and finish them

and that is just what we did.

© Sam Hyde

    03-08-11