Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Max


He wished the world a holocaust,
So he could rise and be the boss;
He of sinew and strong arm,
He dreamed of peons on his farm;
Of swords and knives and fisticuffs,
Of dark commands and being rough,
Of forts and walls and hand-dug moats,
Of armies massing, of angry boasts;
Of pillaging, of rape and theft,
A world where he was suited best;
So he lives his life on movie screens,
And muffles out his mothers screams.



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Submitted: Sunday, June 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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