Yami

I dream of their class, silken not torn, listening to a voice rasp, struggling to be born, broken on heaps of bones, i feel forlorn, run into the traps, like dancing on corns, am a modern day iconoclast, shuddering at what's bought, thinking it crass, a penny for your thoughts, was it ever that crap a paragon of good form, that stashed me under burlap, doesn't do to be overwrought, just want to be gone, fill life with good thoughts, how to break this fast, it's useless i'm blown, ride the next mountain pass, throw the next stone.