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Saturday, December 13, 2014

Ivory tower

High horse

You sit there
On your high horse
With your lofty ideals
All that you survey
It is nice for you to
Grace us with your presence
I bet the Ivory tower that
You came from
Is a lonely place without you
Withering your gaze may be
But power it lacks
I’ve seen your type before
All it takes is a pin
Prick to shred your facade
And land all your little pieces
Around your mounts feet
How pretty they still look
A bit more genuine
Sharp enough to cut still
Each little piece a still shot
Of those ideals you held so high
If you can pick up the pieces
Put them back together
In some semblance   
You’ll be stronger for all the scars

Chris McQueeney    12/13/14

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