Thursday, January 31, 2008

All For One, One For Me

We look too cavalier.
This feather in my cap
Tells me that I'm one step away from
Challenging God Himself.
May He strike me dead before I
Find Him.

Yes, we're much too cavalier for
Our own good.
You're convinced that your shit
Smells like daisies. Yellow ones.
The Musketeers won't take us;
We can't even take us.

We are full of ourselves (and cavalier).
No honor, no loyalty, no chance.
I'm looking for a fight
You're bedding anything with garters.
The smugness we share makes for a
Good long hanging. . . if only that's all
We needed.

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