Circus Accountants
Dreary, dreary dogs
That lick the dreary heat
That flush the dreary bitches out
From where they canoodle and contrive
The dreary breeches-meat
That keeps them half-alive
What a crying shame!
Their whimpering depair
Assailed me as I crossed the Thames
From where the Wasteland peters out
Beneath the hazy air
That feeds their brainless doubt
| Contributors: | loaf, Apsley, Gully, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 24th May 2004 by Beefy. |