Literary merit
And money
Sounds funny
You can't spend it
It’s honey
Made from spit
And a dab of shit
On days sunny
The only human
Thing
That makes us sing
Is bloomin’
Each spring
When loss
Gains gloss
Making us sing
Literary Merit
Published
Literary merit
And money
Sounds funny
You can't spend it
It’s honey
Made from spit
And a dab of shit
On days sunny
The only human
Thing
That makes us sing
Is bloomin’
Each spring
When loss
Gains gloss
Making us sing
T. M. Shorewick 