If I should run too who would
I write and where would I hide
When the first place they’d look
Is the firkin i kept in plain sight
When there was no where
too sleep
And these walls look tired
As my eyes
And If I should hum where should I climb
When The library shelfs look full
of taxidermy Crustaceans
And the nutcracker albi is a
Albino alligator drinking
limelight In Chicago.
