Ian McArthur

Rookie - 0 Points (17 08 91 - better be a Long time from now or there will be trouble! / Squamish, British Columbia)

Limits Of Control - Poem by Ian McArthur

Come and see my molotovs-
-Oh! nearly one there slippin' off.

Glass from milk, juice, coke, drink and wine-
-What? Ah no, that candles fine.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the nooses-
-Hmm? Too loose, this one deduces.

See 'em all with rag of white
still quite full but still quite light.

Of course at fist one would think-
-Hey hey? Who's spilt up that petrol stink?

Anyway ways- would think 'em fine
Sure, tested 'em myself at the old line.

Meant sure to have a hearty throw
Them's like soldiers standin' to a row.

What? Damn it all! They're outta line
For I think the hundredth time-

-Take that fag outside you twit!
You know i hate the smell of it.

So's so's, heres 'em all
Squatters like a stumpy wall

Waitin' in this secluded shack
Waitin' for the grand attack

'Cause the future's lookin' stark...
more so if there is a spark.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 4, 2010

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