Guiding the thick necked oxen
By the horns
Working with the front end of the buck
Allowing it to be so
And then giving it a firm hand
At the tail end
So as not to jerk
But to stabilize
You are on the road to perdition
By the horns
Working with the front end of the buck
Allowing it to be so
And then giving it a firm hand
At the tail end
So as not to jerk
But to stabilize
You are on the road to perdition
When slapping the back
Of the one that slaps yours
Imagining a great teeming flood
With twins of fancy
Convincing those that make rolls
To take you along for a twirl
But keeping your own turns
Private
This is the way of the orchard thief
Throwing your arms up
On a squeaky coaster
At the base of the peak
And holding them there
When the horizon levels
And realizing at that moment
That this is your genteel comedy
This is where your hands should be
Forever placed
In raptured awe
Shaking and a waving
With eyes closed
And head tilted back
In three
In two
You're on the nightly news
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1.13.10
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