And They Leave Us Alone...

July 19, 2022

Wannabees always seem to know

who the really tough guys are

Their carriage indefinable

though marked by every scar

The pheromones of conquest

carried by the chosen few

Who rumble through the tallest grass

—swallowing what they chew

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)

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