Deplore

Acute contact I often back,

memories of all of that,

a plague of natural, do not act.

What was, what is, has no tact.

A far and distant want I lack,

future is an awful rat.

Don't tell, don't leave, don't I believe.

Truth in my eyes is very ease.

Don't go to fast, don't go to mast,

stand still, stand will, stand right,

stand Till.

Know sail, know apt, know roe and bow.

Piercing arrows and quill will sew,

be wise, bee sting, believe in me.

I love what is best you see,

Four me, fore you, for all you need,

I close my doors, rail my roars,

the trains will blow, the car will floor.

Faster, Faster, there is DEPLORE!

K.A.P.

5/17/2009