Pretty lit houses;

window sills; councils;

how’s the city fit

to itty-bitty

secret keys from me!?—

He who is needy,

seedy and greedy—

easy; nit-witty;

greasy and measly;

it is mine, rightly

because I’m just as

small and unsightly—

all minus mighty—

I’m most likely why

time and niceties

pass by me, gal-guy,

pal, pallid eyed Al,

and all the people

underneath steeples

god bless them again

even she who pulls

guns on countrymen