Lawrence S. Pertillar
Connecticut

Dungeons

Big shots poop out now!
Mangled they are...
And twisting in gale forced winds.
An ending to feed them notoriety...
Has bled enough sorrows,
They no longer can bleed gains.
Fame, fortunes and slander...
Have become useless as weapons,
For them.
They are stripped and seen as shallow.
Gone are the accolades.
Torment arrives.
Fear in their eyes,
Can not close tight enough...
To keep them from lamenting their misdeeds!
These folks are worthless!
Deserving their shame.
And not one ounce of pity...
Should they get or claim!
In clandestined delight...
They united to usurp freedoms.
Now they have none,
In the dungeons of their trapping grief!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
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