Bellies are full to bursting
With diamonds and coal lumps
And apple cores and piano keys
With catacombs and lost ones calling out
Therein
We are the forever outside
Not looking in
Churning forth and such froth
As the tempest seas
We are the mockers of fate and the failed dreams
The ill satisfied and the un-redeemed
We stand our ground against the roar
However; however
We stand and fight against the viable
Our teeth we clench in wryness
Pulling booze from flasks
Pretending to check the time on broken
Time pieces
Our bellies are full to bursting
With swallowed lies
Forced compromise
And shuttered pride
Un-sated
Standing our ground against the push
Outside the walls
Not looking in
By: Daniel Smallegange
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