By: James Aitchison

(pantoum)

poverty is a form of worship
frankly my dear I don’t give a damn
nipped by a dog my old dancing bear
the furrows of disbelief (under a red rose tree)

frankly my dear I don’t give a damn
we are overrun with emotional extravagance
the furrows of disbelief (under a red rose tree)
foul subtraction although a time is gone

we are overrun with emotional extravagance
,,the crooked roads widow black and straight
foul subtraction although a time is gone
play sweeter than pray a friendly waste of breath

,,the crooked roads widow black and straight
nipped by a dog my old dancing bear
play sweeter than pray a friendly waste of breath
poverty is a form of worship