Kindling - 2012/04/06

On the edge of town
There lay a decrepit house
Barely remaining upright
Boards flapping in the wind
It was an engaging sight

So many more await
Reveling in the insanity
Dead castles with no kings
But nightmares that answer
When the ghastly bell rings

A moderate breeze blew
Unnoticed on a summer day
Knocking over a dozen or so
Relics of a new age religion
Dogs of which work to not know

A vast horizon of derelicts
Greets glasses sans pink tint
So let us hoist a glass or two
Drowning our troubles in booze
Joining an army of the screwed

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