Tuesday, May 10, 2011

3082. PENURIOUS

PENURIOUS
Give me something to pay with,
something, anything, and I don't
need a house. I don't mean a lot;
something simple would suffice.
I am lost and withered, falling
back, an indivine indigent now,
soon to be a wayside hulk.
Something has been lost in this
vital translation - I missed
so many words, I guess, and
there's no getting them back.
Divine guidance is free, yes
it's true. But a lot of good it
does me; does it do for you?

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