Somewhere around Green Acres
It dawned on me
How feudal
How utterly despotic
Answering once to hashish
The assassin gives his pledge
Throws his courage to the wind
And is free for eternity
Well at least this time around
One would think this is a recurring theme
Since the wheel won't slow down
A samurai
Prays for unbeatable odds
A story like this
Is made for the big screen
But this one is simpler
The twist comes
When the greatest samurai of all
Decides after a tour of duty
That he changed his mind
He doesn't want to be the best
He doesn't want to serve
He wants to escape death
And so he is allowed to be a free man
For about twenty minutes
And I always wonder
If those are the best twenty minutes
Of his life
Often times
There is a woman
At the center of this exchange
The swap out
Taking place
At some crossroads
All vapors and dust
Where a retainer is released
Only to be ensnared
By the laws of nature
In the bible
Most of these agreements
Are counted in a series
Seven years a pop
Sometimes caught in a trap
Sometimes willed
But always served
One way or another
And so it dawned on me
Seven is such a great number
With so many cycles
Prescribing to its draw
Orbiting for a while
Then hovering back
To check in
With ground control
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4.2.08
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