Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Sellouts litter the pavement.
Each step crunches dreams,
Pounds them to nothingness.
Insiders ponder useless
Action not taken.

September 13, 2005

*The last one in a four-poem-long epic of crayons that sparked my inspiration. I can't guarantee that these are the last...There are like 64 crayons MAN!*

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