Grimbeau

When the sun

overclouds

cold scurries up my leg.

All that hoary glory –

sadly, I was right!

This is going nowhere slow.

So slow it runs backwards

rewind hollow tat

anti-clock

wisely

bona fide

enemy of the state

Yes, gumption is a problem

They are building siege towers

Am I worthy cannon fodder?

The petrified squirrel says no

Women know when you

let go the ghost

coz you stink

she shouts

in bronze mask