Dust bunnies just-a-swirlin' in the wind...
Scattered all about as tossed rag-a-muffins.
Winds of war awakens the beast in us all...
Tall fall, for penny-anti gamblers.
Whistles for men and women, enlist, aid to the hungry...
Man eats only his own failures.
Baby tornadoes assemble in dark back alleys...
Felines sit upon fence-boards.
Angry mobs amid angered hoards...
Many dummies not making best use of their empty little goards.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tossed-rag-a-muffins/
