Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Lurking

Behold they lurk
The inattentive, less-connected to suck
For in-fractious concoctions and un-concoctions
Away from the steel caged wheels to pry
Rolling round the choke-filled city ways
For state and country they feign
Suffering those they swore to protect
Deviously concocting new rules on-the-go
Forcefully ferreting the others gold
Heartless, cold, unafraid of the divine
Lost souls atop the nations pot.

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