We stride reeking confidence, we bend no knee,
We call ourselves angels and all others debris.
Crushed is the ant, fooled is the fox
Pawns all and many, timed to our clocks.
But oh, still it is, there’s always bigger fish in the sea.
About the Creator
Bridget Couture
An aspiring author and poet with an unquenchable love for books. Can often be found typing intensely or substituting reading for sleep.
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