26 Nov 2015 – Whips and Chains
Standard deviations bore me –
all those clasps and leather straps!
What do dogsled mushers dream of?
I’m not like them other chaps!
I once walked in gilded ghettos:
preachers, poachers, common crooks,
fishnet hose and sharp stilettos,
flaying hides to hold their book.
Cages beg strong constitutions,
moontides saw at secret knots.
We’ll outlive all resolutions,
t’s uncrossed, i’s missing dots.
Have you lost all taste for pleasure,
fed up with these foolish toys?
Whips and chains – what worthless treasures!
Trade ’em up for lasting joys.