WITH bent neck, <br />and wept face, <br />and shaking hands, <br />this overseerer learns <br />to hide in this ball <br />and chain, called, <br />f...king, me. <br />WITH strained attention, <br />and slippery black shoes, <br />and a failer to listen, <br />she spits at the fan, <br />and curses the fat sun.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-puppets-and-keys/
