My Liege! You demand
so much of your life and mine
as if you had rights
to my soul, to strip
me down to gray stripes and sand
as if I might flee,
as if it's today
that you found out what I'm like.
That's just not the case
nor am I at peace
nor willing to tell you lies
of this, my last stand.
August 14, 2010 10:08 PM
Reworked September 9, 2013 7:30 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.