All of the lemmings line up ready,
Ready to rush head-long off the cliff.
Watching, waiting, wanting
In this unrequited life.
The lemmings all mill around
Waiting for direction
Without insurrection.
Unvanquished I sit alone,
The silent, obsequious observer,
Waiting for the first lemming to go.
All of the lemmings form a line
Until it is their time.
Poet: Joe Cramer
read: 12684 times Rating:Date: 26 June, 2008
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