The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Sick is the conscriptor

Sick is the conscriptor
With all of his lies

Talc is his hive
Sap is his mouth

Justice finds him at the early day
His way is to give it back
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