Crumble

A Poem by Mike Emil

By Mike Emil

Crumble

Crumble before me you vagrant vagabonds

You deceivers of the wealth of good taste

I smite you with every word I type

You Decembers of all life

I smite you with every glance your way I sight

I smite you on hilltops and down below

I smite thee, all mankind and its fellows

Crumble

To blue dust -- Excelsior! Rabbits feet around my neck

Arrgh! Keep crumble

© 2013 Mike Emil

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Added on March 2, 2013
Last Updated on March 2, 2013

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Mike Emil

Split Rock, PA

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...in the words of the short term king under the mountain..."I have returned!" I am a practicing monk and mixer enthusiast and librarian and shaman and beach goer...i am angry about things done and.. more..