The Daily Dread
Yesterday
The wedding reception
Was a messy affair
One of the bridesmaids
Nearly strangled herself
Under a banquet table
In the cummerbund
Of one of the groomsmen
Oh the passions aroused
By nuptials in the young
My glasses are on
There's no need for you to yell
I hear you just fine
Mornings I'm adrift
On a cloud sea of pea soup
Still no land in sight
a better world would
have more Namaste and less
mine mine mine mine mine
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust - George Elliott



