No One Appreciates the Forthwith Moon
No one appreciates the forthwith moon!
So we procured it's fullness in reverence
We rode til' the moonlight singed our backs
Til' pattering of our pedaling inflection
Boiled to a howl at our feet
Til' loquaciousness burned the rubber
Of dialectic wheels
Even philosophy urged our impediment
As we exercised every impression
So we could finally lie them down
In the softest plaudits of silence
Leaning our bicycles amongst them
Switching ideas gears unto rest
To beat another dead Marxist horse
Another day
Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015
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