21.6.09

poetry from July 2005

BARRICADE - Josh


You put up that barricade
and seem to hold yourself,
under lock, no key
When the locksmiths come around
You turn them all away

It seems to those,
who poke in their nose,
that you've almost lost the plot.
But if you use that barricade,
You stand to lose the lot.

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