From The Woods
Who cares
The Scavenger moaned and groaned
On the soft bed
The goblin opened his eyes and asked
Care about what
Carry your cross he shouted
Little did he know that the Scavenger was carrying the cross to Golgotha
As busy as the goblin was
Splashing money on coffins and primitively accumulating wealth
He little understands that he is of the woods and to the woods he will return where the Scavenger will be the king
By Norbert Hwakaa