25 February 2014

# 25 - Fourteen Caveats

I reassess my errors and defeats
I redefine parameters each day
I gerrymander politics my way
I reinvent the darkly cobbled streets

I metamorphose ’til I have no feet
I recross every line of braided spray
I counter-ruck the palace’s array
I automagically endure retreats

My prudence lies behind me, pale and numbed
My common sense is on the shelf, well-thumbed
My acumen subsists in tea-stained mugs
My marbles clack and spit across the rug
My laws are filled with hinky “ifs” and “buts”
My poetry is clearly going nuts


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