Candle squares

by suleimanharuna


Candle squares

Of all the blithering smithereens

I singed my beard!

What’s the prize of a peacemaker?

Roasting stubs?

Or a forlorn chin?

Wastrels all

Candle-lit squares

Go fight in klieg lights

And milk pecuniary cows

There I’ll watch

And still stroke my beard

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