Honoring Your Poetry...

AS I SAT NEAR THE DAWNING HOUR YAWNING BY THE SLIGHTEST HOUR MY SON A LAWYER THAT'S A FACT BUT ALSO THE DREARY CRACK THAT LAYS UPON WASTE TIME AFTER TIME BUT NOW THE ALLEYS STENCH WITH GRIME THE DEVIL IS ME OR SO IM TOLD THE DEVIL IS ME OH HO OH HO NOW I SMILE SO WICKEDLY BY GEORGE ANOTHER SOUL TO PLEASE SO INTACT BUT HIS WOUNDS FILL WITH DREADED BLOOD LET ME SUCK AND SUCK AND SUCK THE BLOOD IS DRY SO WET MY TEARS I ALMOST FELL IN PRISON HERE THEY SAID IM CRAZY OR SO IM TOLD THEY SAY IM DRIED UP AND QUITE OLD THEY SAY I SMELL LIKE GARBAGE MEN AND WHEN IM ALWAYS WALTZING IN THE LADIES SCREAM THE CHILDREN CRY I WONDER OH SO MANY WHYS DO I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE THESE LOVELY LADIES SIT OR MAKE THESE UGLY CHILDREN DIE IT'S NO USE IM DRAGED OLD BUT REMEMBER AS YOU GO DON'T TOUCH A LITTLE CHILD SEE OR YOU MIGHT COUNT FROM ONE TO THREE