Tin Foil Fence


“Think,” he thrust, “of the crisp days behind you.”
Advance, “A simple time, before TV,
when love tied ribbons on an old oak tree.”
I riposte, “Ain't you proud of how we grew?”
“Proud!” his parry, “Of what life turned into?”
Lunge, “Death and plots against our liberty!”
My parry, “Don't you blame this all on me,
you can't fool us, Grandpa, we know life blew.”


“I don't believe you truly had bliss!
See through the fog of time! Things sucked back then,
just in technicolor,” counter six, swoosh
Like Icarus we rise and like Icarus
we fall. So, Grandpa, you will not pretend
that Elysium is where you lie.” Touche

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I gotta admit, the title sounds pretty funny when you read it but, your writing...I can't really begin to describe it to be honest but, I like it.

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Formerly known as El Subestimado
Mi ma'i, mi amor de mi vida: SpicedSugar
Mis hijos: Butterfingered (missing)
Mi hermanita: Dancesintheran, my brother-in-law: Edge_Of_Insanity
Mi Primita: Keena