man-hour

A Poem by Aristophanes

when lies become actions

Man-hour

Soft talk, simulation of diplomacy
Encouragement for those entangle
War, wicked music for dependency
Solitude for those who wait dangle

Tears creeping like scorpions
Travel the fragile cheek rose
Preserving their poisons
To stain the lover disuse

Time a disguise of man-use
Lost its power at the man-hour
To stop the blood shed; brose
We don't b�te-noir to tour

© 2009 Aristophanes

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Aristophanes

in the darkest of them, LA

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