We trap our fingers in clams and cats crow meow, <br />We keep secrets safe and tell them to lovers for haven, <br />Whiskey drips from taps, <br />As old men play cards for keeps, <br />Were counting those sheep that keep us from sleep. <br /> <br />Heaven dares and girls get split ends, <br />The bouncing kids keep on till the end, <br />Crush, <br />Crit, <br />Flit, <br />Rit, <br /> <br />Is thy the sacred eye that shadows on my high, <br />Thy the one who kills my bloated belly, <br />And holds dogs at home, <br />Laugh it up until it throws up, <br />Stomp it down till it forms a ground, <br />Walk it, talk it, and cork it, <br />I toast to a new beginning, <br />A far well to the boredom, <br />Here is to a new and ever lasting shin dig.<br /><br />Dimitrios Cofinas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/14th-october-2007/
