The Rule of Thirds – 0059

Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear

Rule of Thirds

The rule of thirds sounds absurd
Until your count stands at two.
Then your mind races places
Trying to find out what to do.
	Up to two can be alone
	More than that is not allowed.
	On this, language and nature do agree.
	So, beat it, buddy – three’s a crowd.
        Don't you have some place to be?
		
		"We’ll share all this treasure
		Just you and me,
		And sail away across the seas
			We’ll go some place and leave all this behind us
			Somewhere far away where what’s-his-face will never find us.
		We’ll live like royalty
		Forever and ever – 
			Hey! What’s he doing here?
				And where the fuck's the treasure?!"


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