It Gets Tedious Trying To Teach You Half-Wit Poets How To Write Something of Substance

SANK---SHOE----ARY One evening I sank into a sanctuary I wasn't lonely although i was alone I once visited a maudlin mortuary and it made me wish i were nothing but bone no flesh to sweat nor tears to shed just my body in a coffin forged of brass i'm not certain why I had a wish to be dead perhaps I was tired of walking upon broken glass in that mortuary all was quiet and still no shouts from the masses religion quells I was growing weary of always walking uphill and wished to silence some noisy church bells next to the mortuary stood a church philled with phools they be in rapt attention the congregation listened as the pious priest spoke while in the very last row of pews sat a silent me it was my sole desire to separate myself from those kind of folk i would not nor dare open a hymnal to sing and to this day I remain ever contrary i break commandments to which the phoolish cling so I raced back to the sanctity of that sanctuary (c) 2011....Poefree