Stiff In Tombed, Silent In Death. Poem by Michael Gale

Walk and talk like a man? ...
Stalk, see and spied as i may or can.

Look as i walk as fast as i can...
Look both ways before you cross the angriest of woman or man...

Seek out a lonely soul....
Only one that i may just know.

What in life will i wish to seek? ....
Watch out for now of what i speak.

Hence forthwith utmost wonder....
Look out for all my blunder.

Will i submiss to all my folley? ...
Rest through life as all went jolly.

Will i miss a girl named Holly? ...
Good old times without her sis named Molly.

In her tree house out on a branch...
Lived this brat all spoiled to a life lived on a ranch.

Money dear sweet old dearest of money...
Life spent alone is queer as funny.

Friends no longer wish to befriend me these days of enow...
Because i am rumored to look like a cow.

A lonely luckless life mispent...
Gone a-wasted never lent.

Dead i now lay to untasted of life's own breath...
Stiff in tombed, silent in death.