Clever, careful and crazy
This is the way poems should come forth
Why do we write; we’re lazy
Instead of navigating north
That’s right a poet and a thailor
Other times a pawn and Queen
Then I’m playing gin with my jailor
Copying lost people is what I mean
Over night things usually change
But from my hand to the jailor’s
Alibi means I’m not the blame
Get me my ship I’m the whaler
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/17
Michael's Lair 