2/22/22

Pro Fates Con (a poem)

 

Empty spaces may crumble gone
when structured lives mumble on
time slows down too fast
all is one at last
somewhere past
pro fates con

From a real human point of view
there isn’t anything they can do
a trite horseshoe toss
just chose who is boss
lost time costs
death is new

Were those eastern lands really stolt
Solomon cut with lightning bolts
iced cream wealth zone
expends news to own
power loan
clanging tolt.

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