WHEN FEBRUARY'S MOON GLOWS FULL AND COLD AND HUNTERS DREAM AND STORIES ARE TOLD
YOU MAY HEAR THE TALE OF SKUNK-APES BOLDLY SCRATCHING SOFTLY AMONGST OSAGE MOULDY
IT ISN'T KNOWN FROM WHERE THEY CAME IN A SMUGGLER'S "HONEY WAGON" OF GEORGETOWN FAME
THEY SEEK A PLACE TO BREED IT SEEMS AND CRAP IN BUCKETS AND SIGN THEIR NAMES THEY CARRY PINK AXES WITH FLOWERS ADORNED AND UNDER OSAGE STAVES THEY ARE OFTEN BORN
AND IF, IN THE NIGHT YOU HEAR ONE SCRATCHING AND YOU TAKE FLASHLIGHT AND A BIG CLUB FOR BASHING AND YOU LIFT UP A BOARD TO LOOK THERE BENEATH AND HE HITS YOU SQUARELY RIGHT IN THE TEETH
WITH A LIQUID AMBER THAT BLINDS ON CONTACT AND YOU FALL OVER BACKWARD AND TRY TO REACT
AND YOU SHED YOUR CLOTHING AND RUN THROUGH THE SNOW CURSING AND SWEARING WITH NO PLACE TO GO
YOU DISCOVER SOMETHING YOU JUST DIDN'T KNOW THERE'S TRUTH TO THE LEGENDS TO BE FOUND IF WE SEEK
Dan, please archive this somewhere.It's going to be a classic. A great example of iambic pentameter.John, you're killing me. I'm going to frame this one.
__________________
I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognize the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life.- Hank Rearden