From The Watch Tower Poem by Walter C. Edwards

From The Watch Tower



From the watch tower,
they look down upon the line,
spy glasses gassing from time to time,
at what the crazies are up to,
just loosing there minds
bouncing back and forth,
like in a pinball game,
trying to keep the ball a live,
it never ends everyday is the same,
a slice here a cut there,
but always make it thin.

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