chain and cage

if ever life turns chaste
and assuming this kind comes
from the sphere that is not tasty
remember Panic derives delight
when once nudged off-kilter, a batch
or more like bunches of batches
of nerves, frayed and frazzled, react
(totally understandable)

strike without being able to aim
though the blasts the barrels belch
sell the unknowing a battle
rages in the valley and is huge,
really, really, huge; but the truth
is the antagonist gang is laughing
for they’ve engaged in this game for decades
and smell trusting blood from years away

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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