The March of the PenguinsA Poem by Chainsaw Enema
The March of the Penguins
See them wobbling up the ramp Breaking into a sweat, turning their clothes damp Disappointment is written across their face All members of the junkie's race Giving passerby the cracked look of dumbstruck Pockets are torn, out fell their luck Their System has failed The driver's grown bored and bailed Watches are what they despise Other's concerns far from their eyes Wondering how they're gonna come up with the rent Now that it's all been spent The pawn shop doesn't seem so far away Looks like the wedding ring is here again to save the day. © 2009 Chainsaw Enema |
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Added on February 18, 2009 Author
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