St Patty's

Little men
Turn into
Sponges
Strangers
Become
Lovers
There are
Carousers
Underneath
The tables
A green
Fairy
Flies around

The Room

In all the entorpy

There is envy

Envy in the room

Full of ebony

Full of epicene people

Trying to endeavor

All the ecstasy

Tasting the elixer

Making them extemporize

It's an encephalic effort

Monk

a simple man
covered in wrinkles
wanting peace
a mundane life
a meanigful life
smiling at the world
wanting nothing
more
than
peace