The Retreat: Part 9
The Retreat: Part 9
Coming Down The Hill
We were warned
That the high upon high
May not hold or be well-received
By the mere mortals below
Yet Cliff's Band of Merrymen
And bonus babes
March forth from Santa's workshops
To conquer, resettle
The islands of misfits
The planets of normies
Like vets returning from battle
The wars at home continue
Some nuclear
But mostly whack-a-mole
Requiring each sentinel
To cover each shift and flank
With desperate precision
Because PTSD
Pleading Towards Sobriety Daily
Isn't as glamorous as it sounds.
(3/26/17)
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