From off the ends of gerunds drop his “g”s
This talkin’ Texan messin’ with the tongue
Who drawls the down-home dialect with ease
Like Dorian Gray he stays absurdly young
While in a bunker attic plush and dim
A picture frame around a man is hung
Who bears the evil marks instead of him
In retribution for dividing kin
And countrymen for his agenda grim:
A simple plan to help the richest win.
“The others all must fail,” Attila said.
Once more he offers up his goofy grin
And garbled gulping gasps that can’t be read
By any but lost lemmings lamely led
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2006-2010