PMPope

Not as one would suspect (I most assuredly am able To acertain) Is the love of all the flowers; Hair & nails; Shoes & fabric; Fine food & things Printed on green fiber Dug from the soul Deeper than the earthen Clay pots of hieroglyph Her's is none of these. She wants to run & watch them bleed. PMPope 2011

Finding the bottom of the pot As rushing between necessity permits Babble on Babble you glorious heads of beef Sing every moment you have left The Spring really needs to know Your law is held in reserve for higher profits Price per barrel; priceless The cost of love When you need to eat steak Or gnaw off your arm Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7