Sterquilinium
While driving on a winding road
I saw a wondrous tree
That may have seemed a joy to you
But seemed not so to me
Where one might see its scarlet flush
In a tower of autumn pride
I beheld its tumorous form
And the threat of life denied
And though its strength might show itself
To some less jaded eyes
For me its copper glory
Its cancerous heart belies
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Poor, infernal tree...
I'd suggest changing the last lines to:
"For me 'neath copper glory,
A cancerous heart belies".
Hope you don't mind a suggestion.
But you know, even cancer lives, though through living it destroys life - and through the death of its host, even its own; that not at all unlike the liberal.
For me, I choose to see the dormant life within the bark.
A dormant hope for renewed life...like some mad and filthy, hoary Scotsman asleep on carraig, awaiting his time to "Spring" from his rocky nest and pounce on the cancerous enemy that threatens his land, his life and his happiness.
Remember Inverness!
Remember the Alamo!
Remember Ruby Ridge!
Remember the towers two!
(and remember, Davy Crockett left Tennessee cause a bunch of whining liberals kicked him out of office)
"You can all go to hell, I'm going to Texas."
-Davy Crockett
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