21 bottles of beer on the wall,
21 bottles of beer,
One falls down,
Snaps her crown...
A storm of glass to drown.
Foundations breaking it.
Organizations taking it.
And destinations?
Not making it.
One column falls, two more takes its place,
When those two fall,
A parthenon scrambles to get back on its feet.
Her last hand hold
Her last grip
Rope burn from sliding
Down down down.
Rope snaps.
Hands break.
Hope stands idle.
Beams, supports,
Not saying good bye
Before sinking.
20 bottles of beer on the wall.
20 bottles of beer.
Take one down, pass it around.
Will a broken one make a sound?
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Poems, Stories, And Unorganized Messes
NouvellesShort stories, poems, snippets, scraps, scripts, and more...whatever I feel like writing. Kind of a dumpster where I just dump what I'm thinking, but it doesn't smell as bad. I hope. Copyright 2014 (c) by DiscardedOpus13 All rights reserved. No part...
