April 13th - Gong Farming

Two of Diamonds - Gong Farming
5 - Writer's Choice - Heroic Verse!

The Nightman 

When nocturnal flies alight

In the moonless London night

The Gong Man starts his evening chore

And thinks of who he's farming for:

The prostitutes in darkened halls

The bishop who rejects them all

But yearning for one to molest

Thus flagellates his naked chest

For the urchins on the curb

The gypsy girl, the exiled Serb

For all the infants in the Thames

Their ever-empty, clenching hands

For the leper's dying moan

And Henry Tudor's golden throne

For all those trapped within this pit

Someone has to shovel shit