Under or not?
Lighters!
Grumped out
with doubt…
Sort of sulking.
Fantasy:
now would be work, creation, production.
Unwaged Vassal instead.
Spy In The House
of Lucre.
Onionman has no hard shoulder to cry on.
Thinks:
Fresh air fields of May.
Thank-you
Mr
Borges:
after all,
what you wrote,
sent me
off
scroodling.