Thursday 24 February 2011

Dole Queue

The meek all sit and idly gaze
as their plans rot amongst their palm.
Their actions as empty as their vows,
they sit and sink into the grime,
and so the passive turn to crime,
a concept of easy cash to espouse
til the tame suddenly lose their calm
as they kill themselves in lifeless laze.

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