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?!"
3-4-24