Like eating misshapen crows and a beet
Thou hast sat upon the moon ‘til this day
Ordering my sorrows to heal thine feet.
I have lived this life quite clean and unseen
Mine eyes observing where your problems lie
Alas thou canst not see me, don’t be obscene!
For it is I who lives and doth not die.
You don’t bow to me but I bow to thee
It upsets me indeed and quite
But nay, do I complain but only to me
I wish to run into this fine old night.
Thus, I will end my ridiculous complaints
Instead, share my love for poems and paints.