THE CULTIST
He didn't have it
But squandered it on the poultice of
education
All for him
And he grew wild in the shower
The wild world smiled to him
And embraced him a governor
Thatches grew on the rooftops
Of his manhood
And he smiled! They wailed
And all the hands of his fathers
Rested on him a nudge
To a phantom of horrors!
All his dreams!
Their dreams!
Developed wings with the barrel
And he lay the street an empty desert
