CARVED IN STONE
By Jack Fables
Thu, 07 Sep 2023
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I spoke, they spake
I tried to make sense
(They seemed quite dense)
the situation was tense
I deplored them, take heed
Of the nations in need
The futures seed is strewn
Far and away
The road became harder then
The pathway more barren
Where was my Jenny,
Making monkey with me?
Long, long I traveled
Far, far, I roamed
Yet found I no fountain
I wished for my own
I came to the crossroads
Didn't like what I see
So I wiped out the high-street
Destroyed the low road
Now it's just a tight bend
To a cul-de-sac
I would guess they're onto me
With retribution swift
But my greatest fear was
That my words would be gone
And no-one would know
That they were spoken.