Different peaces make their wars
On these stormy towers
Bellwrung faces string the hours
Lamplit glossy stores
Another purchase and suit
Legal market brace
Can the canner get a will
With obit winsome grace
Dearth and death are cousins whole
Firstly worsted worth
May my works be on the ready
For a quenchfull thirst
Decay, my friend, Dali was sure
Is the way it is
Da, da, yes and yes
Firstly wordy fizz
Another decay! By my words!
They betray the infinitude
Sold to me at the counter
By a serious fiction sheller
Shake hands, we will; I am going
That is the gerund's way
And on my time the bank I'll climb
To hand back the checks I never wrote
Roman Ryan 