…Man does not live by
bird alone, tho’ the frenzy
& ham speak other
is it not alone suffice
to scam? thanks for stollen, blague

memories in yam-
pecan & cramberry wine
what teach the littles
pumpkins well, stumped sons-of-a
politicians, pyrrhics as

the door on the Wind
closes, whapp!…  fly bird fly, as
gallapavo die
stuffed & gobbled by cloy un-
acquaintance full of Itself

& fast pyemic
foie gras, a goosed an’ juice’d
Marty Holiday
squab for Amerika’s natur’l
gas gets/given a pass as

the game dog, waits for
St. Nick, M. Vick dogsits, rah!-
rah!…  Hey, Pil-grims, yumm
6 Mil. @ the Nexium
acheer for 10 Mil. trail’stears…

H.e.m./H’H.
11.9.MMix.
(For ST)