Retreat, regroup, return, revenge
being the leader of a group of
post apocalyptic outlaws is exhausting
better to be judged by 12
than carried by 6
life is like licking honey from a thorn
a smile like the blade of a knife
but what do I know?
I'm just some flibberty jibbet
with cotton wool between the ears
A pettifogging squabbler
but I'm wise too.