No rest

poetry

No rest for the righteous
as we defend our keep and country
while the Queen attempts to castle
even though that move is against the rules
and frankly, doesn’t make any
God
Damn
Sense

No rest for the righteous
while the meek jaywalk for miles
across country not familiar too them,
hoping that the cops don’t stop
poor men with torn shoes
but a penchant for outdoor dancing

No rest for the righteous
while the wicked never
seem to sleep
anyway.

No rest for the righteous
until they Clock
Out.

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