Having joked for so long Now that the point is near my heart And all my premises scratched back to start, I wonder at the humor ripped from song 5 That has left me houseless as I belong--- A final joke of sorts. The birth-cannon that breaks my bread Scalds this quiescent heart And sets named dignity aflame; 10 Ach! My aching head! Better living livid than dying dead. For my poor alderman's chalked part In the passing play, I'll resign dead generations of fame.
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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