You can't Win a Gutter War! (second draft)
(If one becomes Evil
in order to defeat it
Evil wins)
You Lose
once
you step down
plant
both feet
firmly
in the gutter
a poison tree 1
You Lose
yourself
saw limbs of connection
amputate passion
lobotomise meaning
Consume
a diet
of sour grapes
swallow
on Impulse
Salivate
relish
chew furiously
a
not-helping
side-dish
of BLT ala Merde
lose control
at fearsome scenes
anticipated
The Future:
Dressed to Kill
with
More of the Same
all dressed up with nowhere to
getaway
from
the self imprisoned
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poem by Pete Dowe
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