The beat-down
disciple
knows
Someday she'll
...have
new clothes
And the
bitter
God-transmitter
Having taped
two thousand
shows
Laying hands
on all,
he rose,
Had his coffee,
spoke his
prose,
Tuned his ear;
thumbed
his nose.
The sweet, sweet
smell of
spring,
Ah, the crisp
olfactory
ping,
And the
honey-
jar of money
Takes away
the winter's
sting
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
The beat-down
disciple
knows
Someday she'll
...have
new clothes
And the
bitter
God-transmitter
Having taped
two thousand
shows
Laying hands
on all,
he rose,
Had his coffee,
spoke his
prose,
Tuned his ear;
thumbed
his nose.
The sweet, sweet
smell of
spring,
Ah, the crisp
olfactory
ping,
And the
honey-
jar of money
Takes away
the winter's
sting
