Type a bit: mint a mincemeat of phrasing from the models, special characters and maestros; up a steep hill navigate the void. Words are awful Simple, aren’t they – Why does no-one take the liberties you do: is it really because they’re, gainfully, employed? Hard to be a Saint, in Merchant City, but … Read more

Type a bit: mint a mincemeat of phrasing from the models, special characters and maestros; up a steep hill navigate the void. Words are awful Simple, aren’t they – Why does no-one take the liberties you do: is it really because they’re, gainfully, employed? Hard to be a Saint, in Merchant City, but someone is needed, to drill consonants, & impose punctuation, punctually; I’m convinced You could be just the cackling manjack For the job, Which involves Watching what others, And you, say, rather Carefully. Just once in a while One comes who frowns At syllables and vowels, Cancels their Usual order For it wasn’t Kindling the town; Please don’t do it To a house, Brick factory, Suspension bridge, Fire station, Art School, shopping mall, Unless you’re sure It won’t fall down.