Now:
logs are sawed into halves,
lain long,
made into a raft.
The water flows out of the mouth.
I float.
Calm and satisfied smile
on my face.
Memory erased.
No beginning and no...
Spoiler alert, loyal viewers.
They won't be returning this year, as their
contract was "insufficient, stifling,
revoking their privileges" and with
a rude dismissal we sent them walking
to the lip of the bottomless pit.
Wrote them right out of the script,
played it off sweet as pie,
and we feigned our regrets,
it was all for our benefit.
Raging and cuffed at the scene,
they bent their necks in the cage.
Of rubbish we're rid
as the lights slowly dim
and we take a
bow.
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Probably the best way to open a Wild Powwers album. It's short, sweet, it builds, it's energetic. The opening salvo of lyrics sets the tone for the whole album. Jameson Calantoc