When ain’t clever
Pull a lever
Tilt a teeter
Pumpkin eater
Wax and wane
Bitch and complain
Stomp and grind
Windows blind
Douse the flames
Call me names
What we eat
Makes us complete
The words
Are blurbs
The signs
Align
Again
The end
On the cross street
Of a downbeat…………….
FTBAS 2.16.12
