woe is me

by Dennis Scharnberg

Gloves are a warming thing.

My browser is the one called Bing.

I stripped the mitten off my right hand,

I played drums in a high school band.

I now dwell in a churning ring of liars,

I would turn it round with a golden pair of pliers,

So it turns, turns, turns,

That bunch of tires, that bunch of tires.

Patrick Malmsey, Verse.