Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Leaves Unfinished Business


Fitted woe feels important
When balance is fluently mourned
The sideways belly nearly always amuses
Except in the case of butchers with only one hand,
Yet on the other, weepers walk on air
And arrive at rooms where ends fill books
Oh, the infernal looks they’ll get
The bully and the goner shaking holes
Burnt in the altar
Sometimes a sheep in clover
Sometimes a poisoned saint.

1 comment:

Mio said...

Wow... Good show sir!