The Milk-Eyed Mender

Permalink No one laughs at God in a hospitalNo one laughs at God in a warNo one’s laughing at GodWhen they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
Permalink Have you found a new toy to replace me?Can you face me?But now you can kiss my ass goodbyeFeel good are you satisfied?Do you feel like suicide?Is your conscience all right?Does it plague you at night?Do you feel good feel good?
Permalink Deck the halls with boughs of holly,Fa la la la la, la la la la Tis the season to be jolly,Fa la la la la, la la la la
Permalink Just a cameleon.
Permalink We sailed away on a winter’s day with fate as malleable as clay; but ships are fallible, I say, and the nautical, like all things, fades.