THE SWING

 

The place of youth today

Is the side board of anxiety laden

With self-loathsome matter of real life

Vain and attitude.

 

 

It is not the blood-types of

Your normal pregant pause

But the anxious memory of the fall

That took your kind hearted and sold

It to the deity of life

Called the soul-man of Jinx.

 

 

For it is cummard upon the people

To know it for what it worth

The right of all evil.

 

 

To be available to the write-ist

And the glorious

Of lovers, sounding like

The vagrants of salutory

Styles.

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017