When Chaos Leads
Blatant held a shaky hand
It couldn’t make a proper stand
It threw about the weedy yard
And when it slowed it landed hard
Aggression grew when chaos led
Both tripped and landed on their head
Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015
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