Dinosaurs Poem by Dustin Dean

Dinosaurs



There is no use in idle play
For the draconian way will fill
A void unheeded by Mother's milk
Sustaining those serpents born to bilk
Before they suck you and your soul dry
To climb up that misty mountain high
With three cheers and a soluble dream
An awareness that pulsates in seams
Shows currency can not be eaten
When everything else has been beaten

Monday, May 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: corruption,government,old,politics,tradition
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Dustin Dean

Dustin Dean

Winston-Salem, NC
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