Age has sneaked
	upon me
		with a deadly
Hype which
	knocks me in the chest
		and draws my blood
Upon the alter
	hung upon
		the ledge
			of simple minds
Words are sacred
	and will leave the
		mind when left
			alone to sit upon
				the rock of faith
Even god is left
	behind when brains
		are lurking in the
			breast of milky ways
Come and see te circus
	leave the path
		and jump upon the sea

(c) 1988 Oliver Smith