The very breath of life

from: Caius Lucius Mugtatus
7/4/01
12:27:17 AM
63.11.58.82

While the air up north is rare and clean

And filled with scent of pine and skunk;)

I hear a voice that's low and mean

Spouting lies I must debunk

And clouding up the Texas sky

Obscuring what was raw and pure

And threatening to multiply

A threat most real, of that I'm sure.

Cut out this growth, both stem and root

Hone the blade, whet the knife

Grind their faces underfoot

This list's the very breath of life.

I'll end this shitty little verse -

the shallow end of the pool of wonder

With a couplet that gets even worse

And tramples the previous meter asunder:

With this little couplet my nursery rhyme

Has shit on yer query in three-quarter time.