Crippled Beast

The games begin.

Those in the cheap seats

            rattle their sabres

                        and clench their teeth.

Hands raised in unison.

            Horns of the crippled beast.


Satan is in trouble,

            if these are his minions.

Two bit ideas

            and worthless opinions.

This is the destiny

            of us

Steal a car

            and miss the bus.



Fall 1995

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