I see no reason why we have windows.

Pains of glass

compulsively disfiguring

an unnkown, wild place to roam.

Behind the pissy palace ‘grounds�?

And the crude garden sheds

that is �?this is.

I feel sorry

for the creatures who twirl into our windows,

then die, a flummoxed SPLODGE.

And though I almost want to let them in our home

because we invade theirs

I see that

You wouldn’t be happy, would do? dear parents?...

if the glass was gone, stripped from the red brick,

you’d see no reason�?/SPAN>

PS I’m kind of glad you don’t �?truth be told,

I don’t like the strange flappy things anyway.

©K.E.M 2005