The Turtle can a world create on shell,
with all the mud and clay to support us.
Now set out in living rigor mortis,
we try so hard this gift of life to sell.
We lost our need to love and live and smell,
so turtle kicks back and soon will short us.
A foreseen revenge from gentle tortoise,
the land itself will try this threat to quell.
So if we keep up all this war riot,
we'll learn from turtle and then be quiet.
-Early morning stab at meter and rhyming. Good to practice these things every once in a while. Not the best but I'm feeling guilty for a lack of any poetry or fiction in this dang blog.
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