Never Do

Oh, slow. Oh, no. Oh, woe. Oh, go. If this is the worst poem
don't read on so. I won't lead you on. Like a hangman to
the gallows. I'm the fear that swallows. And fat leaves me
hollow. I wollow in sadhappiness. I clothe in a state of
undress. Pull when I press. Pull you away from me. I'm
naked of any opportunity. I make my happiest day
my one moment of misery. That lasts three decades.

I meant to speak to you thru the silent cascades. Silence
walled a waterfall as shyness took me back. To visit
all I lack. I'm back again, revisiting all I lose again.
I'm the most morose of them. I've hell in my amen.
Amiss of all the things I miss. Shadows I couldn't
unshade. I'm still as green as the glade. Glass in the
sand pit where I played. I do not make the grade. And

Treasure to me wold be what you thro away. And I
can see a goldenness in all yor world of gray. I say
hardly anything. You've graduated to the point of
song. I know my rite is wrong. My short is long.
I've got an icicle tongue that can never warm to
the current bee storm. You speak like honey of
something funny and thro away money you
are bored of all the things that I never do.