Friday, November 11, 2011

An Inside Straight






perched on the sinful shoulders of our fathers
like children at Wringling's, we expect
others to stay clear of the fatted calf;
While our fore fathers made pledges of
caring for each other over self, we
have long since abandond them, substituting a
no crime unless you are caught philosophy.
Our tears are wiped away by the winds
of time and memories as we play
to an inside straight without the cards;
we want it to be like its always been
leaving no room for doubt in the eyes of the beholder,
but that dog don't hunt no more
and probably never did, even when it was only
one tenth of a dollar to gain admission.

November 2011

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