Idle Hands

I bult a tower then tore it down.

I went to swim but nearly drown.

I made a knot to wear around.

I felt it pull me off the ground.

 

A man so short of breath behold!

He grabs his neck; he tries to hold.

Suffocation prevents growing old.

Good men fade into the mould.

 

I hung until I found the cure.

A skeleton: bones white and pure,

He payed is penance to be sure.

I won't embark upon that tour.

 

Days alone have taught me well.

Idle hands did cast a spell,

But hard work rebuilt the cell,

And cast idle hands back into hell.

Reviews

[Peaches]

Clearly an allegory for buttsex.