Thank You, I Have a Hobby Already


Isn't it frightfully funny of me
To lie in the gutter and drink Russian tea?

How do you think I got in this state,
Reading the entrails congealed on my plate?

Happiness springs to my lips in a song—
`Pop Goes the Weasel' doesn't take long.

Singing with passion, I wait for the sound
Of spiders descending on wires to the ground.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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