CONTEST

Eye have hung My Portrait

upon the wall

above His Books

Eye would forestall

We’re in a contest

to & fro

& Eye don’t care

where He goes

He thought Eye would write

pretty poems

& paint Him pictures of blue

& white

He was wrong

for Eye have come

to see Him as

My Only Plight

if Eye could dip His Head

in Black

I would fight

for My Self

back

but He has The Bucks

Eye need to live

& so Eye am helpless

to forgive