I'll not tell the tale
Of forty men with no bail
I'll not walk the walk
Of dying seashores or of caulk
Beware my eyes
Your fruitful lies
To turn the heart
To abide my sighs
I'll not ride the ride
Of BART to Walnut Creek
To shop at I Magnin
I AM!
Jean clad
And dry expensive running shoes
My friends dog
is happier than I.
Say what you will
And you will say I have no doubt
But the leaves go on
Falling around this time
Of the year most are being
Trampled now
Like Caesar at some forgotten
Pictish ruin
