Treasure Island

James Irwin


Gone Fishing


I do not want to be involved, at your grand table of feast`s,
for I will not drink blood... with such shallow of beautifully dressed Beasts.

I want no place where this meal be served,
for I find all the vanity involved, to be absurd.

Your wills for ways in which that you think,
to me, a pathetic own worst enemy philosophy, in your sea of vanity you deserve to sink.

Governed by rules, the majority may need be,
but in these laws dictated.please, ffs do not include me.

All treated as equal? ...simply for ease of the rule,
is not fair to one or everyone, the clever.... or at least the fool.

Submitted: Sunday, August 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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