When the sun begins to set the great score
Between two loaded guns that evermore
Will be turned in enmity against each
Other, then shall we begin to beseech
For a truce by which we, they, may both reach
An understanding unlike common leach.
But chances are it wont be so easy,
For the one believes in a, quite queasy,
Inappropriate design to the house,
Insists that there be a hole for the mouse!
Didn't you know mice weren't meant to live
Inside of a house? They cannot here give,
As the rest of us do, of themselves, true!
So we, they, remain loaded guns that sue.
Endless Argument, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012
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