A sea of grey helmets
stamping in jack boot precision
came marching up the strasse
Clinging to the shadows
blinded by trickles of sweat
she headed in the opposite direction
This was a lifetime ago
Mind you
she is still heading in the opposite direction
ducking and weaving
avoiding the jack boots
Wonder what brought this about, Rall? I'm sure it's a dilemma many people find themselves affected by, whoever is wearing the jack boots.
ReplyDeleteYep, jackboot wearers are particularly drawn to me in wanting to kick me to a pulp..but they have to catch me first!
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