The March of the Penguins

The March of the Penguins

A Poem by Chainsaw Enema

The March of the Penguins

See them wobbling up the ramp

Breaking into a sweat, turning their clothes damp

Disappointment is written across their face

All members of the junkie's race

Giving passerby the cracked look of dumbstruck

Pockets are torn, out fell their luck

Their System has failed

The driver's grown bored and bailed

Watches are what they despise

Other's concerns far from their eyes

Wondering how they're gonna come up with the rent

Now that it's all been spent

The pawn shop doesn't seem so far away

Looks like the wedding ring is here again to save the day.

© 2009 Chainsaw Enema

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Added on February 18, 2009


Chainsaw Enema
Chainsaw Enema

Portage, IN

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