Carry

Gene fought in a war
He smelled his clothes
And found them unfit

A thousand books he read
Till his thumb meat sore
So he made bread

There never was a fight
Between butchers and bakers
Except edge money

I am glad for Gene
He used a sense
And all is calmer for it

Flesh is a putrid thing
Twisted red knots and fibers
The worst boundary

Birds are nasty with mites
And quick twitchers
Blessed with flight

Karen, god bless her, bends
For those stretchy pants
She’s fat, with Schlotzky’s

Thank you my man
Thank you my man
For this rocky planet that makes good berries

Copyright © 2011 by Greenberry Landham.