I wish I could pour myself a drink
With these words
To quench, to quench, to quench
These words are not enough, they
Must do more than that they must save
My voice from its use.
I won’t be able to stop once I start
To yell at the roof- and treetops,
About whom I have much to say.
This will be beyond the woe
And more than the Poe, as it makes
The horror of the night awaken. I
Want to be able to gain some wealth from it
And so I go to the Sears and Roebuck
To get a failsafe device called Levi to flaunt.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016