Little girls worry too much
For no one will hurt them
Except the beast
Whom they'd knife
In another life
In the as well East
As West of Bethlehem
And do of it much
Rhetorical Third Street
Grasping at racket
Groans 8c stinky
I've no time
To dally hassel
In your heart's house,
It's too gray
I'm too cold—
I wanta go to Golden,
That's my home.