Saturday, October 28, 2006

So does coffee

Daniel went to the coffee mill,
Where he sat still.
He looked through the window sill
And wondered why people kill.

Bill! he thought, the hotel bills.
Yes, money, the whore bills.
Body of honey, jewellery bills.
Shining penny, Money kills
Yes, money kills.

~And sitting still
~Don't jump through window sills