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Dream Samurai (Free verse) by Lifeboatman

My honor rests on a dream Made of a plastic blue pipe And I sulk on a glory that never was In a shady corner of my home Spitting nicotine while I don My hero's cloth of ragged shirt I am not even king of this festered ignominy And as I hide from them my truth With courteous gestures of sanity And talks of school, future and stability I am slowly dying alive inside

Lifeboatman 10-Mar-09/6:58 PM
Think PVC, think long...




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