About to Crack

Alun Tays

The hurt is still there,
For a desperate disease a desperate cure.
He might have died a martyr for the truth;
I am more creative when I don’t have sex,
So long as they are married.
How dare you have a book from the lending library?
He has sold thousands of francs worth of paintings,
I decided not to coexist anymore,
Job satisfaction has declined almost linearly.
I gave him a body I had in cold storage;
Nobles do not take the lives of their subjects at will,
A toadstool could be given a genius award.
If all his pictorial structures were to disappear,
I think I would be very successful in the United States Senate.
Every promise to them should be observed to the letter,
Since the riotousness of a crowd is always very close to madness;
I would never create a community of fellow artists and thinkers,
My entire run was uphill.