On the Good Ship Lollypop
Rats on board,
there are bodies rotting,
reek, permeates our so called dwelling.
The oxygen is thin, death has the best seat here.
Blood rolls down one man's lip. He knows we all see it's not his own.
The ship is sailing to a new land, laying on top of the dead is hope.
24~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: ENCHANTMENT THROUGH A PRISM
2. Don’t Stop Believing—U2
used www.howmanysyllables.com for an accurate count
6 lines of 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18 syllables
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