Saturday Night Walk Away Poem by Daniel Bowyer

When the harpies sing on jagged rocks
Why doth my vemon spit so fast?
When harpies don't know thine tales of woe
But simply what the spinsters spin

But see, these harpies represent thy demons
All the traits I wish to escape are on there forked tongues
They represent the failing of this evil soul
And I wish not to hear there soilings

But still new dawns bring new apostles
Another rumour transpires of me
But smoke and fire? Neither exists
So why then doth these springs appear

So I ignore these flying pests
And pretend i'm cooler than there lies
But it rips are my branches in the way only harpies could