Tuesday, July 18, 2023

Creeps

Creeps
upon
the world stage

Creeps
behind
the closed curtain

Creeps
until
the final bow

Heaps
accolades
upon the crowd.

Leaps
only
at the end

Peeps
longingly
from his dark hole

Reaps
his justice
on the whole

Seeps
like
a fire that burns.

Weeps
the many
that never learn.

3/23/10
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