Last Will and Testament

Where there is will there is a way to test what is meant:

so this is still the day to pass on what was lent.

When I fill cracks with clay, it’s  space I rent.

Don’t drill, all that there’s mine beneath the tent.

BOOM (I’m okay)

I can’t kill the grave spade I bent.

(But I’ll grill the gravy to get back what I spent.)

With my last gill breathe, play lacks intent

and scar-let pill-ow case taxes the gent.

Little hill on which I stay, onwards bound I went

laugh where I wheel, and yes, lament. Amend.


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