Eject
Eject ~ The tithe be bound
to fanciful persuasion in resound
I hail or hate the cost, despite the pound
and seemingly ascension is still ground!
It is the faded glory of rebound
unnecessary casting, waging's crowned,
the monarchies direction still compounds
no force, this indiscretion turned around!
The gory resolution, not new found
and I in revolution, playbacks frowned
eject this erstwhile treason . . all abound ~
and register my reason . . . freedom's town!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2013
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