TEN TRUMPETS IN AN AGING BIRDCAGE

I came to deliver acupuncture,
they wanted my liver,
i was expected to indulge them though
they wore frog hearts on their chests.

Compliance is the rule, no
it’s the entire game.

I protested citing Frank Lloyd Wright,
they rearranged my marbles,
throwing me out in the cold
with the beagles.