"Four Score"
Two and two make me blue.
I viewed the heavenly skies from a cage.
Fine wines mellow with age.
As they turn younger, we grow old and die.
Wines' designs on me.
Covering up my fiery thirst's desire.
I was sold by a buyer.
Worked for hire.
Losing my fire on the frozen wire.
I am a flyer.
Can't get any higher.
Wit quenches desire.
So does a heavenly choir.
The artist sage earns minimum wage.
He's in his cage.
Paints colors on canvases halls' walls.
By Jonathan Billet alias Anonymous Bosch
circa 03/08/15
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