Leg Acey
There will likely be no musical of my fantastical farce
No poems of my victory over vicissitudes which will parse
My mental machinations and venial prevarications
Nor dauntless deviations nor multiple mendacious migrations
So here I put forth dead man’s legacy in my own hand
And here I fault you not for declaring I have no leg on which to stand
From an age from the which my mind could fathom words
Were the power of flight to the future like a pterodactyl’s wings are to birds
I wrote or thought or penned or taught that words will save and slay
Enslaved enraged emboldened engaged and here my living words will lay
Feel free to dismiss my foolishness and intone “I’ll be damned”
It must be nice to once or thrice feel a mouth a mind so phonetically crammed
The world’s a stage the player has aged and also hammed
Up his part offered his heart and dash hopes where logs get jammed
So read these lines be not unkind and judge my name a loss
Words sink or swim here on a whim I burn them all as dross
At what cost on what coast do I boast oh most
Certainly impertinently as for this life I’m one of the wholly host
Raise a toast call out the ghost and raise the sail
Whom shall prevail who will assail follow this trail
To the start to the heart within my art
I’ve done my part piquant and tart
Taste and see the good of me
Drunk on words drink to the lees
dpbowman 