2011/04/03

Devolution - 2011/04/03

Throw all of the old pens out
To burn with the yellow paper
Their function is dilapidated
Memories of use are now vapor
Ride horsemen ride to stables
Disposing of my bridles quick
And silence steady companions
For meat that leaves you sick

Out with your old in with new
Damn those living in the past
A future arrives so we forget
The pertinent question to ask
Yet it apparently matters not
For questions are not allowed
As they only emerge from lips
Of ancients already disavowed

Funnily I can no longer write
Trusty laptop is on the fritz
I lack late savvy to diagnose
Any magical wonder that quits
And I cannot secure transport
To the wizard with that power
With my broken motor carriage
As walking would take an hour

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