all that gives power to make gives power to crack
every new messenger brings the worst news
and yet none fight with harness on their back
the thing most wanted is not the one we lack
the sword that we desire is not the sword that hews
all that gives power to make gives power to crack
what gives us grief is not what makes us tack
our banner to the tree we've not left any clues
and yet none fight with harness on their back
no more tricks can be pulled from the endless sack
the whip that flails has no cure for the blues
all that gives power to make gives power to crack
if we play cards we'll find ourselves the jack
so many claim to walk in our old open shoes
and yet none fight with harness on their back
so in the end when all must fade to black
the ones who win will all have paid their dues
all that gives power to make gives power to crack
and yet none fight with harness on their back
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
21 April 2007
frangibility
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