Them

 

 

Him
 
Nothing disturbs his mind
less it were the show,
The rumbling down there
does the worst thinking part.
 
Between you and me
 
What was the word? Muse.
A line of my own.
When did I ever finish
Their coffee or laundry cart?
 
                                      Her

 
The armies or any kind
never falter? Iím reeling
jiving a mal de mer
Gotto find, gotto think!