THE KING OF ROCK
There was a mighty roar from the dawning
of the age
when all the right are ready
for the root of all to have
a long time interest in the rock
of all the rollers
that run for the timeless
lines of all the pierot and poot
that ask for the tiny use
of the tower
of lire and God
is the One to give it to them
all.
It is right to believe
that all the root causes of events
are the right reverend use of the tiny
atoms of rule that make up the weft
of the sewing needles of life
that shed to wronged eared pheln and fur
but it is not the punnel but the rop
that gives it the root to the tiny gains
of love in the eye of the right and left.
