Halfwit in old shoes
seen the wicked ways of this world
from the soles up
trod on his slice of life
the odd worm and errant flea
who refused to budge
from a delectable bite
of frosted leaf
softened by tooth
and mandible
He likened his life
to that of an ant
steadfast and replete
with purpose
he ventures forth anon
smiling like a shaman
or a dolt
on quests untold
unfolding before his great white shoes
collecting dust like clues for the clueless
2 comments:
Brilliant. I want this one.
that's just farking superb.
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