Good Morning Light

I used to write buttloads of poetry

'till the morning light

came to take them away.

Have you then prepared another buttload for me?

Yea,

for it was born in the valley of the buttloads,

and I have walked through the belly of the valley of the buttloads

and I have feared

no bullshit,

whence bullshit did rear its butt-ugly head,

as only bullshit knows how.

Yes,

I have lovingly prepared this,

another fine buttload of poetry

for you,

good morning light.

Take it away on good faith,

and beware the jealous day

might steal it from your hands.

(for Dad)