Druids of No Resistance
Before we say goodnight
There is something you should know
About the oven door.
It is streaked.
There was a man named
Fidelity Armstrong.
He laughed at anything.
He hung about waiting for pool.
Then there were the Druids
of No Resistance:
I called them, and they spoke
In low, meaningful tones.
The advantage of sleep deprivation--
It cleanses the soul.
Might we all be polished
Until we return
To view the oven door.
Cat-calls in the off-times,
Pleasantries adrift like cherries,
Monkeys riding horses--
The circus of our lives.
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