Tuesday, July 24, 2018

IF SACRIFICE HAS A NAME, IT MUST BE...














Remember the restless pet feline:
To the driver you have to surrender, 
So it's taken to the vet, get cured for an
ailing bladder.

You did it for your furred knights,
Voiceless fellows, would kindness be returned?
Yes, perhaps in ways only them and Ida
can comprehend.

Battered, ignored, left cold, cigarette butt
Flicked like you were a living ashtray.
You still held on for duplicates' sake
Come what may?

So the bugger found another second fiddle
And now wants you to stay as he plays;
Follow his sordid wishes, buy his
Despicable ways.

You wept not at passion's passing
But tenderly wailed at motors lost.
Hormones raged on wheels, while you've borne
All the cost.

If by chance, fate summons you to choose:
Seek your dreams by this path untrodden
Or, would you rather be with hell's familiar host
Again, yet again?






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