The Checkpoint..
The Checkpoint..
There is a point Where impunity is cheap,
Just that point where asylum is not in check,
Our uniformed gods are now in chess,
Ready to launch at you as pawn.
Just this last time, once i checked,
Squeeze the cash and be in check.
This is one hard advice my friend,
Don't be swift and don't forget,
Journey in joy with him; your check book,
Then brag for life, you own the check point..
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