I realised
I can never sell my poems

How many pledged to give away their living
They hung him on a tree
The other day, I saw him bleeding

There was a cat for eternity
How did they get him to hang from a noose
After all, they were afraid

Death held him by the wires
Hardly satisfied, lithe
He began

Killer instinct got him by the knees
The man fell to the oceanfloor
Stealing fish from the ocean quite often

He slept with the clairvoyant Sosotris
Never selling his prophecy for yellow fog