Friendly dinnersA Poem by Inkeyes
What remains of the low bearing fruit sweetens on the palette of gluttonous f***s. I sat down beneath the eaves and truly learnt the difference between whats ripe and whats rotten. Maybe I'll build a ladder from broken necks to reach the prize that was promised
At the cultural zenith was a dinner table replete with erudition and class.Polished scions with polished diction, sheeny rhetoric highlighting bloated educations, please let the surprise guest be a screaming comet. I couldn't care less for the rich sovereignty inside your glass, or the who's who in the political firmament.Excuse me for a minute I'm just going to concentrate my thoughts and hopefully combust into flames, And when I do I'm gonna climb these f*****g walls like ivy in a flaring fit. © 2013 InkeyesAuthor's Note
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