Weep for the repairs that were drilled in haste, Wail for the | Every Day Poems
Weep for the repairs that were drilled in haste,
Wail for the mothers who lost their toodlers to the downing crust,
Moan for the unspeakable agony they met,
Maybe then you will be grateful for your chance,
For you were granted air free of charge,
You heeder fool of the whining songs in the head,
Cruse the tounge that spoke ill of thin clad,
Shatter you teeth if it means they stay barred,
Maybe then you will see the jumble of your lad,
For you were bestowed the ability to tell with candid what you had.
