Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
thoughts on the bitch of the workday
i stare, as we speak, into a mouth so sugar and foul
that the profane mention of death seems
not enough sour to strike a balance.
a shadow making sounds would haunt my days
but the lady, she stays
if for nothing but to test my endurance.
I've had enough of the suckup candy
and I'd like to throw it all away
if only I had some authority
I think I might actually want to stay.