Surreptitious, ode to Vic B

On a clandestine march
Through the bogs of forever
Pant legs weighted with
I cried out a secret prayer
To unauthorized ears
Attached matted fur
Eyes that rage
Fueling a need for stealth
I take another measured
Surreptitious step


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