MARGINAL POETRY
It is the right of you the listener
to be here when the start of day is upon
the work of my dues and don’ts
but it the wrong thing to be artful
when the rengel is spittered in the maul of times
arrow
like it do for me here and now
then and why
sure thing riar
that be the one say I
and that be why they shall be here
and there until death do
us part so be God and
the almighty trusts of your mind
too.
