Poetry

Sunday, 4 September 2022

effle tower

 Oh see the rocks from the high ups fall

They've climbed so high above it all

They toss down stones like they're the gods

If the shoe were on the other foot

Would they know how they've been shod?


For do we walk in the shoes we've been given since birth/

Is there only one path to tread on this fine earth?

From cradle to the grave, you must know what life is worth

Don't spare the gravy on the main course


For you may be left with only sloppy seconds

You never know, where your next meal is coming from

And you cannot be complacent without a silver spoon

Though you can try to eat the star dust that falls from the moon


You'll be hungry as well so take a side door out

If you can't win at the system, you must try to shout

And if playing and yelling doesn't get you anywhere

They you better believe you must escape the dragon's lair


Still there is more to it than that

Why deny the obvious fact

That some will follow rule and command

Do the bidding of the high ups

And as in a chain, They will pull themselves up

Hand over hand until they're at the top

And then....

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