Bardic warriors in the worn tartan

of Christie Cleek declaim

their savage lines:

It's never too late to be early

and catch the wind

 

Taxed to death

Heaven-sent

the mirror whispers a thousand words

we seldom notice

 

Stuffy, smoky stifling atmosphere

of shouting people:

What do they put in our beer?

Stop killing our world -

and don't be late!

 

Sands shift and reveal secrets:

the strange, the weird, the unwashed and the odd,

none worthy of those with a wad

subsiding into worlds

that never lived.