Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Modern Man,
Your hands are bound to concrete, now you want you jungle back
how will you make fire with no stones to crack?
The glass, half full, is drunk
And the barmaid has dropped her tips
to kneel at your hips -
While you thirst
to be reimbursed
For a mirror that favors substance over vanity
and an undebased humanity.

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