It Would Never LastA Poem by Pete"The cost of a thing is that amount of life which must be exchanged for it." - Thoreau![]() I thought I was following the yellow brick road. Trying to be a man and carry the load. But you turned out to be nothing but a slimy toad. You said you wanted to talk. All you gave me was a crock. Effluent flowed from your mouth, so I put on some boots. I countered with giant, wafting, five-finger salutes. The whole thing reeked, so I put on a mask. Deep down, I always knew ... ... it would never last ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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