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Not a Moral

by Ryan Nardi

Let us take a moment now
to sip our cups and think
about the sheer absurdity
of our perverted drinks.

What's this wine?
What's this water?
What's this slime?
What's this daughter's blood?

What's this lemon-lime?
What's this two things at a time?
What's this 3, 4, 5?
And what's the sense in clanging chimes
when the days keep getting shorter?

We pit mortar against mortar.
We cheer for the tortoise,
and we don't care--huh, like, and sorta...

We lavish our gaze on the fortress.
We built modern-day California.
We'll kill you if you can't afford to
kill us first with the slow gun of greed.

10/08/2009

Posted on 10/08/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/08/09 at 09:43 PM

...and a caveman you've become NOT !!!!!!!!! ryan this is a stout piece of wordage, alistair cooke might change some of his book if he read this pome of yours first...a keen eye, and a wonderfully stout delivery...i am in awe, well done piece...and love love love the sorta, huh, like and ya noes.

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