Fawning Without Distinction
My regard for you does not acknowledge borders!
Nor customs, when I smuggle you a pie
The like of which no priest in holy orders
Could fathom with a lesson or a lie
My regard for you does not acknowledge distance!
'Twixt you and me, the fathoms ageless merge,
The like of which no prelate in existence
Might forge across with homily or dirge
My regard for you does not acknowledge logic!
Minds knowing naught of self eternal placed,
The like of which no lowly subtle servant
Might muster, sifting wisdom from the waste
My regard for you does not acknowledge rulers
Who give an inch, while half-inching an ell,
And measure but the emptiness of droolers
Whose drivellings beslime the road to Hell
| Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Roland, fester, dan, Modeus, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 14th January 2002. |