Mechanics

The brave one sleeps, with her head upon the side steps.
For she wakens with a weap, as she feasts the kingdom's dinner heap.
St. Catherine rings them bells, to summon us and pay our dept.
We sing and we praise and pray,
I for a drink and she the same,
But only one shall quench.

Living daily life in each corner of Main,
Outside where I shop for champagne.
Towers I climb by mechanics,
Pits she falls by economics.
Up or down,
We both snort the same air.
For then, is all evermore fair.

When the dark night descends, do my lights brighten.
While her's dim, by the morning news over her head.
Bliss drowns me in my dream,
While she wishes to fall deep in the stream.

by Bourne
posted on 04/30/2008