My eyes
as usual
lie.
These are
happy fish
according to
records.
The pond's
bonds can
never be
paid back.
Should not
have taken
all those
bets, bass.
It is a
crass thing
to string
up a smaller
mouth.
I would
rather go
south than
speak my
mind into
this unkind
tributary.
The tribute
sounds airy
under these
clouds. Let
the mind
be blue,
that is
merely
what is
true.