words well inscribed upon the sacred scroll
names of the wise names that are best forgot
there is no honour left upon the roll
time does its job and terror takes its toll
no one can stay long rooted on one spot
words well inscribed upon the sacred scroll
to find the answer one must take a poll
and send one one who has been picked by lot
there is no honour left upon the roll
behold the man who thought he could control
the surging tide because he'd paid his scot
words well inscribed upon the sacred scroll
no one regards the dancer on the pole
who leans over the rail and ties the knot
there is no honour left upon the roll
given the choice no one would make the roll
but curl up tightly on each tiny cot
words well inscribed upon the sacred scroll
there is no honour left upon the roll
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
31 January 2008
no honour left
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