Time, my lord, hath a wallet on its back… – Troilus and Cressida
Every man has a bag, an old kit bag,
Of the things he needs in this war of life:
A Devil Girl Bar and a useful rag,
And the poppies that grow in strain and strife.
But if he do eat the forbidden Tree
And its fruit side by the dusty road
It will not profit Slim Jim, him or he
To try to ease then pain’s awful load.
So, Slick, yer Mam was right as ruddy rain
About the gratification deferred:
Don’t let the minor stress and daily strain
Distract you from attending to…well, Word
To your mother and Word to your Dad
If you snorted the endorphines then you’ve been Had.
Edward G. Nilges 9 June 2013. Copyright 2013 by Edward G. Nilges; moral rights asserted