Oblique Sabbaticals

Some new muse.
Some new ruse.
Some won't wait;
some can't refuse.
Lying in a tomb,
they call for a truce!
Same old news,
there ain't any use.

We want grain;
so does the weevil!
which of us, then,
is the greater evil?
We all shout war -
conscience and free will!!
And who'll draw the lines-
they will or we will!

Let us bored souls
now don new roles.
Why fence on the roads?!
Let's dance by the poles!
Whoever said - there ain't any
atheists in foxholes!
Blue balls and sore soles,
we still live by potholes!
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Indignation...!!