Argyle was born on a Monday
He studied psychology on Tuesday
Arrived at insanity on a Wednesday
Was too far away that Thursday
took one life on a Friday
Build a white picket fence on Thursday
was in a cemetery on a Sunday
On the first of that month, he rose from a family.
the fifth left them statistical and bloodied
On the tenth day left a town to dust and dirt
the fifteenth he possessed a great leader’s love
20th day came fake ransom near a babbling brooked
25th bombs dropped while everyone fought
30th day rendered man closed and time on earth shut
- Author: Jake (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 3rd, 2022 06:47
- Category: Unclassified
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