Silly Goose

My jaw is quaking like a bitter cold.
The barren heat is getting old.
Oh, you silly, silly goose.
You know you can’t cut loose.
You’re in too deep.
It was a mole hill, you know.
They built it too steep.
It is all a show.
Their poision will seep
In through the walls. They climb
And claw, vine to vine,
Like the hyeenas do.
Piranas of their prime.
But we hold up and do.
You crutch me and I crutch you.
Fragile, yet agile,
Progression and regression.
For if two heads are better than one,
Then two crutches can get it done.

Silly Goose

fishandpigs

West Sayville, United States

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