Tired Wind

A Mosquito bit me on the ass today
Used the capillary force
To drain all of the reason from man

I am more of a branch now
Waving in the wind
Uprooted and bendable
Skin and bones
Until he sucks out the marrow
And I break
Then just skin.

Paper giants stand
Propped against sticks of ego
And readied fists

Paper soldiers
With a will
As heated as guns,
Ready to make
Their mothers
Their countries
Proud.

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