Friday, May 28, 2010

Listening to folk in the middle of the night.

Don't make fun of my stancey-ness
it's the handle from which you sip

hand on your hip and your head at a tilt
Sing-song swallow and down you dip

pants around your ankles

you let your moral standards
slide right by your angry sigh

your paper boats just float on by
the swan, the goose, the gander and I

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