Got to thank Berryman for the Eliah poems.
I know he can't hear me because his ears are rotting away and he wouldn't know what the internet is, but appreciation is still due.
Each mother of a crime
Mastermind
Say ‘mison, he just want to grow’
And they right, so-so.
Ah put my feelers out
My one long tentacle
And watched it remotely,
Snake and writhe about
Lifting all the skirt in the bar
Sneaking over mole, wart and spot
Making constellations o dot to dot
Not to worry tho, it didn't get far
No not wuth the hubby lager louts
The place were all courtroomy, complete
With feather and tar
And on my pulsating love, the men
Got me all Abelard
Old cloven hoof might just be right,
Noone really gets home at end of the night
