Kinko’s song
print print
press
for time
is on Tokyo’s side
and New York
stalks the likes
of Sydney
drop off,
but stay calm
My lament’s only
7 inches high
An eye for a sore
As executioners go
the one who did Charles I inn
must have been a tormented soul
even at his own funeral
he is said to have wept
in regret
the angry mob
in the Whitechapel churchyard
didn’t care
but he had wanted it badly
to begin with
claiming his hereditary
right
to end lives
by the law
30 pounds in
half crowns
burned their way
through his pockets
“the dearest money I’ve ever earned”