everything dies, everything
nothing lives for ever, nothing
except the IRS
and plastic flowers
BG(brave guy) soaking up some sun
on a cold windy spring day.
wouldn't even smile for the photo.
not a care in the world, he has
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot
which the poet
spends his life patiently trying to untie.
never a good way
to make friends.