So this stupendously asinine, selfish son
Speaks seriously, softly as his father’s
Soul sinks: ‘Sort some stash!’
Soon seeks casinos, snacks;
Is super-saucy as Suzie, Sandra,
Samantha (also Sarah) snort, sing songs.
Sadly, his sack swiftly reduces as coins spent.
Suddenly, some say severe shortage strikes city.
Starving, son seeks sovereigns-source; succeeds. Sows snort, snuffling scanky, secreting stuff. Son envies scran; senses startlingly switched, as sunshine shed inside psyche. Secure staff scoff; shall say sorry, seek chances – service supplier?
Starts slow excursion.
Say, servant! See same as?
So, some distance – father’s
Smothering son’s face: kisses,
Shoes, threads, silver circle.
‘Slaughter Daisy, set furnace!
Son was somewhere, sought;
Was stiff, soonest squirming.
Say thanks as God’s hands
Supply some superb results!’
No comments:
Post a Comment