Larson, Larson failing fast,
since you were so far North,
you could not last.
an ocean full of ice-cubes
seems the practice.
Until we see a Sea made up of Cactus.
Hot, yes hot, against the cold,
Young, yes young, amidst the old.
Standing on the pillar of my years,
hearing of the misery created by foul people
who believe that what they believe is right,
I say, look at your bathroom cabinet,
see if you have a little bottle labeled 'mercy',
And ask yourself
did you every use it?
Did you ever think you'd need it?