tons of poems
but so lite they float
from pencil to pen
to the great processing moat
surrounding the castle of mind

a castle full of dungeons
few dragons they float now
in friendly children's books
lacking fierceness in fantasy
'it's just a game'

that's what the recliner biker had to say
yesterday after the peace demo
no big or little pharma for him
rather die than live that way
found his paying gig
amongst the aged tucked away