Half Empty Poem by Greggi Leano

In the middle of the horizon
Thine hours tick twice a minutewise
Then all kinswoman blew the beacon,
as'll canary not is well in estuary.

Hiding a beer from the toast of mine,
a fragrance of nuisance follow the Hans,
but the otherworldy cry of my porcupine
Hasn't he bless with glory and molly?

For everytwo becomes a couple,
of bread and wine i may be double,
as i become my self jeopardy,
A stream of beam vanished with malady.