our brothers are the crocodile and fox
who see the world as made up of their prey
hope fled this place and dwells among the rocks
the shepherds fled and left to us their flocks
and they grow scrawnier and waste away
our brothers are the crocodile and fox
not for us here the tyranny of clocks
our kingdom is a place of joy and play
hope fled this place and dwells among the rocks
waiting to see what else is in the box
and what new lies we will think up to say
our brothers are the crocodile and fox
we can't take more of their assaults and shocks
before we fall into complete decay
hope fled this place and dwells among the rocks
a monster listens and then loudly mocks
since any that would win must first betray
our brothers are the crocodile and fox
hope fled this place and dwells among the rocks
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
14 December 2008
of man
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