Mary

Can you identify, the aperture, between moon and sky, what has been emptied, and other parts bought, in this Neap tide, don't need an inquiry, where all truth is caught, then buried, who needs a dime, when they are brought, to the rich man's party, some drive a Chevvy, laugh as they're taught, it makes them happy, every walk of life, ending with nought, some bring their wives, by security lights, at the side door, in the winter twilight, you see the poor.