A mere mockers mockery, a trifle

Spanners and nails,
Hammers and flails,
The walls this way come,
White winter wolves with nine tales.
Rail against the closing bars.

Hurt or be hurt the preacher said,
Nothing ventured, nothing bled,
Maybe be the cat instead
Toying with that mouse

Become a corned rat
Perverse preserved pull push put
In amber and ambrosia,
Our daily salary.

Up the wall the crawler goes,
To that ceiling bejeweled
Beyond the occlusion of our
Smoking sins

Departed from our heavens
We ever falling fly.
Bye the by, we buy
Our good 'sBlood

Money money mommy,
Honey?

Now why on earth do I think,
That's funny.

Humpty Dumpty got all runny,
Still I want it all,
And more. So,

Nature red in tooth and flaw,
Suck that same old open saw,
C'mon folk just be that bore
Boring backhand strike.