come into this place
you seem to think about it-
too much gumbo
too much deceit
too little freedom
too much latitude
the sun can be the dry eye of hell
and this vally of judgement the provence of marooned soldiers
what about what you missed,
the tired stageworn grin which veils an entropic grimace
what fat purile pigheaded plague came to these shores so long ago
and what had it fled
now you see
too much to swallow
get choked up
but soon....
full throttle
too much gumbo
too much deceit
too little freedom
too much latitude
the sun can be the dry eye of hell
and this vally of judgement the provence of marooned soldiers
what about what you missed,
the tired stageworn grin which veils an entropic grimace
what fat purile pigheaded plague came to these shores so long ago
and what had it fled
now you see
too much to swallow
get choked up
but soon....
full throttle
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