the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

The Real Go-Getter

Fair game is played under this roof,
I'm bringing the prey,
I'm making the rules.
Such games as these
Are merely played on myself
And the shelves are all crooked
From your foundation shook.
Resigned to a rook
Designed for the look,
We burned your forests
We poisoned your wells,
Neat and legible,
Logged in a book.
I looked on,
Away from the formidable weather
And prayed for my prey,
Left for real go-getters.

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