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


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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