Mia
Big-headed buddhist bears more books' brunt
Surreptitiously seeking souls that don't stunt
His hellacious hang-up for his head
Despite the data douses his dreams in dread
Might this mysterious man meet some mark?
Maybe he'll muster more masses for the mission
Dollars to doughnuts, he'll dig deep into the dark
So the struggle sorta surmounts another's sedition
Wait, what if he withholds his wearily-wrought wisdom
Lest logical lives likewise lumber the lugubrious labrum?
Would such a worry will a wanderer within his ways
Or does this doleful digger's digest die out as he decays?
Copyright © Chance Gallaher | Year Posted 2010
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