Friday, June 29, 2012

Jump

So many seem to hop about
throughout a dismal bog of doubt
impatient for a guiding hand
to lead them back to solid land
but once they’re known to be devout
they’re herded towards the quickest sand

and soon it’s just a big morass
of slinging mud and noxious gas
that causes everyone to choke
much like the heavy, stifling yoke
that's clamped on those of 'lower class'
until the day they gladly croak.


***Inspired by The Frogs that Desired a King***

7 comments:

Lynn Proctor said...

wow--this is scary--but good :)

Kevin Routh said...

Very nicely done! :)

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Bob,

This had great rhythm and a quickfire message delivered in a cold manner. I felt sad at the end:)

Happy Friday,
Eileen

Dave King said...

Yup, I was with this to the bitter end - and God, was it bitter! Ultimately good though.

rch said...

Sorry for the rancor but it's a theme I've encountered too often in my life, thanks everyone.

SaraV said...

No need to apologize we all have our dark side and your wit weilds it very well!
I guess if the yoke fits wear it?; -)

Ella said...

I like the dark path you chose!
You did fracture the fairy tale view!
Short, compact and slamming the point! Well Done