Lieing lips, <br />Burning hearts, <br />For she does not know. <br /> <br />The pig has flown, <br />The blackbird consumed. <br />Able blacks <br />Subtle whites, <br />All the worlds a stage, <br />An actor is right, <br />Face behind the blackboard, <br />Long and gaunt. <br /> <br />I am cheery and glad <br />with my streak of pain, <br />The moronic square begins. <br />Breath and brace, <br />in the face of the stage.<br /><br />Tim Carlson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-93/
