a house divided against itself
God’s in the attic
burnin up
The devil’s chillin
in the basement
high as hell
We’re stuck in the living room
looking out the window
at the bloody beautiful sunset
God’s in the attic
burnin up
The devil’s chillin
in the basement
high as hell
We’re stuck in the living room
at the bloody beautiful sunset
Really like the rhythms in this poem; last line is perfect!
And it ain’t pretty …
Kevin
Ah, to be human. Good poem!
Wickedly good poem.
clever spin off the Lincoln quote
Excellent!