The Line

THE LINE The Line There is something to be said for hunger A man gets stuck in line Becoming number Just living for the blessed TRAY of food Oh wonderfull food the institution gives to me But this is murder of the mind of a creator A poet and even a murder yes oh yes a murder Notice that eye said so very carefully not a MURDERER But eye said a murder A murder can be a flock of crows on a tall phone line Or a poet left behind Eye bet that not even one of the readers of this rhyme Even expected me to say that Oh ewe where was eye at? THE line oh yes the line A man doing a little dance A tattoo of the prance Waiting just to eat He was giving it a beat A little rhythum with his legs bent Just bending at the knee And then a little up and down What’s up with that It made me wonder what was wrong with him The confederate in charge told me “That’s slim” He does that when he’s waiting in the line Just waiting in the line for food again He LIKES to eat HE likes THE LINE.