Fencing Our Glass Baby
For all your faults
(the rasping snore,
Is surely quite the worst)
I trust this waltz
Will make you burst
You bore.
I'm surely right
(you can't pretend
You don't, at heart, agree)
I guess tonight
You'll pay the fee
Or end
It's not enough
(I guess you'll claim
I've said this all before)
I feel so rough
And, what is more,
You're lame.
One final thing
(and no riposte
will serve to keep you whole)
Just take the ring
And give your soul
For lost
Contributors: | P, Roland, TG. |
Poem finished: | 8th February 2000. |