Friday, June 6, 2008

Bismarck's Boots

I used to dream of greater things
but now I eating daisies,
by the roots,
and being trod upon
by Bush's boots
and he's rushing off
the center stage
before my vengeance
has time to bloom
a folded flag and a salute
tears that will never touch
and I'm left alone
with eternity to brood.

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