Monday, November 18, 2013

c[_]

We saunter (so smug)
our pride like a drug
held back by much more
than gravity's tug:

our manners are poor
and when we get sore
we haughtily shrug
then start a new war--

why cant we hug
or grab a cold mug
and down it before
we savagely slug?

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