pillage

Burn

And there was nothing left to do

But burn the whole place down

We ate all the food

Drank all the drinks

And stole everything worth taking

We left a few things, too

Like stains on the carpet

Holes in most of the walls

Kicked in the doors

And broke any remaining windows

Like a chinook from the mountain

Blowing through at 80 mph

Causing temperatures to rise

Swearing and laughing

Screaming and banging

And just like that

It was over

Over, in a heartbeat

We left it for dead

After the great rape

Pillaged and plundered

And ass-kicked

In every conceivable way

Except, in all of the excitement

We forgot to burn it down

Lazy bastards, we were

We had forgotten

The reason we came there

In the first place

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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