Gnish Gnash Thy Penny Swept Cash. Poem by Michael Gale
Gnish Gnash Thy Penny Swept Cash.
A filthy mess o' me...
A filthy filthy filthy flea.
Climbing and clamboring for many a fauna...
Perchance of late-
Tw'ill bring about life's long gone dawn.
Molest thy eyes to stagger blind...
Keep hard in check-
For half of met one filthy hack to lend a
lonesome bind.
Skip to a lu lu me darlin' deep in dew...
Step real hard then softly feel as if set in stew.
Slant this affair straight to heart....
Give up thy beast b'fore thy cart.
Mush-mush-mush and hush my darlin'...
Keep hope of fear fro' mornin's starlin.
Gnish gnash for penny swept cash...
Tie down real hard thy window'd sash.
Nursery-rhyme feeling with a fabulous flow; non-nursery feeling of a sorrow you seem to know. Expressed with perfect clarity, Michael, painful to read (in the best possible sense) . t x
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4/26/2024 4:31:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
MICHAEL JEFFREY>>>gNISH, gNASH, A TEN IN A FLASH! The Theatre of the Abstract, this is & intuiging to the hilt! '''''''''''''''FRANK