No grownups,
But a sign came down from he world of grownups,
though at the same time there was no child awake to read it,
Sucks to the littleuns',
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you hunt and kill,
Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!
But there isn't a beast!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Found Poem on Lord of the Flies
Posted by RGKeil at 10:52 AM
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