The daily drudge
that just drifts by
the morning glory
in one’s eye
the daily beast
that robs us blind
the holy see
has gotten time
and then right on
to mass appeal
the man that sought
that chalice seal
but when the doors
are all sprung shut
the masoleum
will gather dust
so when the day
comes flitting by
remember that
this telling lie
that all is done
for none abides
the callous worm
wriggles none for nye