what a war...

what a WAR we're having here! this is LOVELY! There are no souls flying, no corpses decaying, no bullets rebounding and ricocheting, from no walls either! no tanks exploding, barrels recoiling from sending pounds of lead flying into complete and royal oblivions, no the barrel of that pen had other intentions I think! the garrulous grievance from THAT grand brigade, had given great ink, and the walls did give way, the hotel of silence, did often dismay, but the candor of violence, set off in the sway, the sways of the breezes decayd in a sneeze, as the papered and decadent lines did release, explosions did rock, through the times rent with ease, and intrusions so locked, with the wines went bereaved, believed to have been so unkindly deceived, by the neighborhood cats, as the dogs were asleep... TBC....