mine
“it is most profitable!”
“there is no debt.”
“hear me, hear me!”
cried the town crier
as he slumped over
groaned for freedom
then continued his game
of yelling the truth
that everybody knows
already, already
and yet, and yet
“how could that moron over there really be God?”
he‘d cry blind
in the right
eye for depth
i wish i could tell him
but i’m a snobby chime
i know things i
couldn’t
wouldn’t
shouldn’t
dream of telling
“you must enwaken!”
the crier bellowed
clambering for eyes
he lost his own
and all he had was
“mine mine mine!”