dunciad

Dunciad
12-30-15

According to the number of street corners are our gods
To better the odds
That we will find it to never mind it
The time has come to pay the rent in one dollar bills
We bind it
O, what hast my beloved to do in mine house
But to make clothes clean
And get rid of all of those empty containers
Taking four trips in all austerity
O, Abbe Bannier
I can hear the similarities of influences
Beware the leaven
Let it be so as well in heaven
O, dunciad
We have rested long enough...




Grimalkin
12-30-15

The eyes of the world now return
Don't think too much about it
As one to be willing to go without it
For the Lord of Hosts that planted thee
To let roots reach deeper in fertile soil
Yet parsimonious
So that I have the money for vice yet to come
Right next to my grimalkin
Never ill-tempered
Tacit, not spoken
O, does our freedom remain
On the way out and in
Taciturn
There is nothing left to say about it
Save what I write upon these pages...