"They are worried about the money"

Earthquake Cider

by

Brian Francis Heffron

When every drop is like nectar,

But is poison in disguise.

Then, when the time comes for the real battle to be fought,

The warriors are weary and can only last just so long.

Your cloudy vision of heaven depends

On just such a cliched, but pure and pasteurized faith;

And right now there is a fresh two-coat paint job

Of lying on the world as it is:

An obese membrane of wicked sweaty stupidity.

A thorax of puss that makes your eyes water.

The "Liar Loan" is back!

Get your comps ASAP!

And pray you can get out from under with those red shoes.

Its hard when a house falls on you.

Even worse, when its your own.