Rock n Remus

I was listening to “Don’t Fear the Reaper” the other day
For probably the first time in a long time

My heart was in my throat, wishing them well
In their mighty trek

around all those helper verbs

Through that thicket, that rock n roll briar patch
Past the bleaching bones of stupid warriors

“She had taken his hand, she had become like they are”

Bless their hearts.

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