Though I am half a slate half
Useless, that's still a slate half
Useful. Whose day purposed half
Wasted; th'other, perpetual --
Caused sitches are interim
Anal'gous cloud proposal
Based one room affinitive,
Fate undone were swamps yet drained
Received the curse for mutuals;
Most clever's chance repeated.
Dependent arms or knife fights,
The sacking of Troy or Rome
My brother's right was a bowl
Accepted, duly 'ccepted
Regress without a cloud-flight,
Our passage through tall grass combs
After the swamp resented,
Posthaste the crime affiliate
Of war, self guilt's perfidy;
Mine own self t' incriminate
As guilt's sole stealthful worthy.
But better either dest'ny
When I die, trades fair I lived.
