No Tools
Robert Pollard
No tools stranded in Crab Nebula
Wasted in Alamada Peer
No fools cheering up Caligula
No hissing asks venturing on mass
Go towards wild Oscar Wilde
Poet child
Help him in hand
I am no man
I have no plan
I am Poe
I have no tools of which to speak
Or write at length
Their extra strength
