Two-By Four Poem by Robert Sheridan

Give me two units of whole wood
Am lacking adequate space, so
give it to me by the inches...
Kiln dried and in cross sections.

Ride the buzz saw - split into planks
Don't add too much salt, it's bad for
one's diet... just like a lumber house
Have accumulated too many odds & ends.

Two-by Four carrying conspirators
Would just as soon smack you
upside your head... this is not a
paranoid theory - watch your back.

And if that weren't bad enough
They drag your two-bit carcass
to market, put you on display
Then sell your soul for a buck ten.

'2008'