Saturday, July 2, 2011

Conspiracy


Influence without means is a tragedy.
Emergency, Emergency!
Call the sheriff with complaints.
He planted those guns in your pockets,
didn't he?
Or was it all conspiracy?
You let the demon find its way.
It stumbled, but you caught it.
You used to kick it, you know.
And all "better things" are consumed,
in puddles of you.

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