November freeze Invaded the air Scratchy invisible breeze Prickles my shoulders and knees Trapping warmth everywhere
The spine cracked again A straw hat has slipped off my noodle but who the hell cares... ...For my pain When even the sparrows disdain... ...The bug-bears
Ten years have passed Since I was created With tatters of mouldy bast Pulled on rotten chips of a mast In a garden located
A sack full of dust A Yule-log disfeatured with fire Two cans and a besom enlaced by the wire Corroded by venomous rust With a rag for attire
The coveys of migrants pass out of sight All gnawers are sleeping The lowering clouds devour the light In the soul of the lonely fright Leaving me deep in the night Along with my weeping
Friendless and reflective Monstrous and defective Broken and depressed Just a sickening cross between warder and jest
That's who I am!
Humbled and dejected By the winterly thinking affected Bare and amusing Afflicted and musing inmate Dreaming to die in a grate...