Last Resort
I waver
in &
out of
value systems
I used
to hold
dear.
They grown
fainter
with each
passing year.
I’d better
do something
quick, what
with winter
coming on.
Maybe organize
a few
Saturday night
penny-ante
poker games.
I waver
in &
out of
value systems
I used
to hold
dear.
They grown
fainter
with each
passing year.
I’d better
do something
quick, what
with winter
coming on.
Maybe organize
a few
Saturday night
penny-ante
poker games.
Filed under poems & short jabs