From Macro Jumbo To The Yachting Kid:
I am weak
From consuming,
Your religion and decorative
Weather year after year.
Fetch me
From this exedra,
Tow and love me by
Your eternal, sailing work light,
Yachting Kid, sleep tight.
Lonely, Crazy bleep!
Set the tray for one
A million-strong to feed,
Leave it out all night-
I know your internal delights.
I am Soul-
I have been
Fully honored
By the red glaze
Of man and gods,
Sterilized the bandages
And blessed
The gear and life jackets
So we could go.
mOodf: MACRO-roni