Wednesday 20 January 2010

Panjandrum

Panjandrum


I dig the light that dies for later

Felled at last for night time's stack

Equalising alma maters 

Enemies look back


I dig how unknown levels bait us

Filling the bread-less bred-well gap

Demonising those that hate us

Laying the fear-fresh trap


I dig panjandrum's swelled hiatus

Mocking the makeshift classless fact

Revenge is sweet as sweet potatoes

Keep all my wars in tact


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