Mason Maestro


Six Arms On Queens Road - Poem by Mason Maestro

Southgate to Oak shire- there's garden gnomes and heralds
The Six Arms flexing true through the miles
Lagers and Stouts quenching blokes on the road
Riding by rental room-to-lets
manic texting mobile phone sets
Taste of the nic on the roll-your-own gets
A fresh new perspective inside the door
But don't start habit forming, I implore
The mind loses sight of foreign instabilities
Through beer suds, cigar smoke, and football technicalities
Allied soldiers imprisoned in war
Thrown in a hole among three dead men
That's no way to treat a man
That Sudanese family- hunger and malaria
Thriving ticks harms throughout the towns
Driving to Six Arms and buying all rounds

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, February 6, 2006


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