Is something quite elusive
For little low-lives.
You asking me 'why'
is a trifle rich
I'm just a good guy
but you are a bitch.
I'd spent so many summers on my uncle's farm
and loved to feel the roots of rightful, old tradition.
Our day began when Mr. Sandman passed and the alarm
was getting ready to convey programmed decision
For those of you who are obese,
who never know just when to cease
obsessive and incessant stuffing,
who walk upstairs with lots of huffing,
A fisherman goes out to fish
his wife cooks up a fishy dish.
Do not forget the lowly worm
who wiggles but stays rather firm
Of all the many salient features
of childhood I remember teachers.
Right after birth you get attention,
they cater to you, not to mention
While crossing the Snoqualmie River
on foot near frosty Holtershausen,
a settlement of faithful Amish
was milking cows in drafty barns.
A voice of substance,
to pierce gray cirrus clouds,
a disobedient angel
dismissed by God
It's only you that sees the fog
and finds himself so lost within
the murmur of familiar voices,
do let the kindness of the sun