living death

 There are some things

I can't live without

Some Things slide off my spoon

And somethings I can't give any doubt

You know I want them like the moon

Oh but if you you've gotta live

Live now

Because

It's gonna be over too soon

A good time to write?

 Now is a good time to write

The doors of the dawn are shut tight

And night's behind

The curtain and blind

Oh now is a good time to write

I thought I had given a fright

To myself in the depths of the night

But this early flight

Like a bird in the sights

Drops as a hammer of might

Give me a slice of the moon

The chances of getting there soon

Are bleeding away

For a year and a day

I'm on my ass like a baboon

What is there to write but night night

The Webdings of Yu Mincho Demibold -the writing is on the wall

I want to see Calibri's body
I want to meet Arial
Or Times New Roman marching down
Fleet Street with all the journalists in a bow

Tell me about Agent FB
I
wish I could meet such an exciting guy
Or Lucinda without her unicode
She should have passed it on by now

Perhaps Bahnschrift passed it to
Baskerville Old Face
He was hounding Bauhaus 93

He wanted an autograph
But left in some disgrace
After Dante and the Engravers MT

I would like to lie with Georgia Pro Black
Or wrestle with Goudy Stout
Tell me how long will Miriam
Be fixed on Narkisim
Will it be ad Perpetua?
Before Poor Richard Shouts

And we all knew Rockwell was Extra bold
When he wrote in Italics
To Sitka Small

But she was not meek, no not at all
When after a week
She wrote the Univers condensed on the wall

You see Verdana Pro Semibold
was christened in the font
and named Yu Gothic
In wide Latin

But what got everybody's goat
Was that Courier new note
Comic Sans MT
Was really born in the attic