The Last SayA Poem by PeteWhen you knock, ask to see God – none of the servants. - Thoreautake a long drag let the smoke loiter on your lips strip nakedopen a bottle scratch a lottery ticket thrust a stymieing needle of hope down into a deep blue vein take careful aim try your best to erase the pain before you fall of the edge and go insane follow a trail of crumbs curse pray they all take the same amount of effort have the same amount of sway i'm always amazed at how, why, when and which way they each have their say © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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