- Vol. 03
- Chapter 04
Times Like These
You can give me a pitchfork, Stand me beside a woman I barely know, ask me to Smile for your work, And I will not oblige. I am not up for Sale, no cause to recreate My life should be in session.
However, Martha. Margaret. Mary. Maude. Missy, I Forget her name, may Smile for you. And, then again, Maybe, she won't. Times like these, we are much Too busy for shenanigans And faint resemblances of art. We are content tilling the land, Harvesting crops. But, you wanted to Paint us with your whimsy Brushes, eyes bursting & nosy.
So, here we are. We are at your disposal. Treat us with respect. Give us a voice or Leave us alone.