the Oxford coma
I am a mad lad, sonic
boom, read the room
pulling along a straight
edge. Along the curve,
a cursive credo in the
virtuoso bag. Dixie rag.
incinerate - burning hell,
awaits little illusion. our
hazard pay numbness as
we bleed ourselves dry.
green spells, old school
summer drummer falls
winter. springs forward,
falls back. standard deck.
lost in morning fog, love
infiltrates. head to metal
Motown. Had a transistor
radio under a pillowcase.
the Oxford coma
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the Oxford coma
Great work Sarge - really good! Respect.
If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.
....and the glory of the world becomes less than it was....
'Have we not served you well'
'Of course - you know you have.'
'Then let it end.'
We are the Bloodguard
....and the glory of the world becomes less than it was....
'Have we not served you well'
'Of course - you know you have.'
'Then let it end.'
We are the Bloodguard