It Would Never LastA Poem by Pete"The cost of a thing is that amount of life which must be exchanged for it." - ThoreauI thought I was following the yellow brick road. Trying to be a man and carry the load. But you turned out to be nothing but a slimy toad. You said you wanted to talk. All you gave me was a crock. Effluent flowed from your mouth, so I put on some boots. I countered with giant, wafting, five-finger salutes. The whole thing reeked, so I put on a mask. Deep down, I always knew ... ... it would never last ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 12, 2018 Last Updated on December 12, 2018 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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