Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Inn Keeper

Look, its like
this, they ride in
on a donkey.

Shes in a daze
and hes dead
with the journey,

or leprosy, or
poverty.  I mean,
a starving donkey.

Im not sure
they got a tooth
between them.

Before the nights
over she might 
be dead.

Do I need that?
I have my own
family, clients

to worry about.
One night, no more.
With the goats.

God, an innkeeper!
People with problems. 
I should have

simply followed
my father’s sage advice
and joined up.

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