Wednesday, June 22, 2011

CRAP

Hello old friend.
Familiar grip
nurtures my soul

New time
pass to old time
through the creamy middle

To take your stance
sitting, leaning, being.

Brother to man
walking in protocol
footsteps just out of time.

The rhyme you posed
snapping fingers
out of tone.
From a record you stole
and forged as your own

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