Monday, May 7, 2012


Can you see? Underneath his brown array
Of mud, dirt, and coffee stains of like hue,
There stands an impeccable man of being!
Yet see here! Do not look at the mud fray
That goes on in the streets between these two
Madmen, made mad from the same horrid take
That each has had to trod in order to
Make himself appear, look, seem better; fake
What he is. But they stay the same, such fools!
And I'll not let them use me as a stool!
For all I see is a torn up suit, blue
It might have been, though now it starts decay
At an early stage. But both men would sue
Each other for carrying on this way.

                                Mudslingin, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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