Retail Therapy

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