Carry the Torch, Larry
“Carry the torch, Larry!
The honor of your ancestors–
bring them glory without tarry!”
He glanced up at the seagulls flyin’ over,
hunting a desperate loner with an olive.
“One successful ruck, then the target’s on that one’s back.
Squacking and hitting, that’s no way of living,
Not when they’re leavin’ behind a burger shack.”
“...That’s your shack. Full n’ brimming.”
Larry grunted, tossing his bunt
grinding the embers to sand.
