FMS Pictures & Poetry

Everyone's got a plot at Arthur's place -
That allotment of life where we all,
One way or another, make a base.
And I can still see your face
With a gleaming smile n'all,
Gazing admirably at that waterfall.
And they're all trying to highlight their
Spots but I know you were ours in heart
'Cause you're always in my lair -
It's only fair
Because we're both trapped from the very start;
You're with me in the name of art.

And now we'll roam the hills forever,
Running and playing in the snow
Before 'altogether' manages to sever
The end of this quickly corroding teather
But, of course, I know
Because I have a damn good tow.
And as they all line up mutually facing,
Aiming their weapons of pillage
My heart is always racing
As I wonder about my moral basing.