THE DOLLHOUSE

They turn undignified scampers Scuffing in our delight dollhouse Crushing everything we love Leaving for us saddle scraps Inept leaders lead the wreck bid Our delicate dollhouse in peril Yet, the leader stiffs his neck And stoaks his ears to our clamors We have mortgage our future To insomniac myopic leaders And now sitting on the fence of survival If providence absconds our plea We will perish before our help comes Continue reading THE DOLLHOUSE