Springtime's Sweet Revenge

A Waltz

Springtime's Sweet Revenge

Well we made it through October’s harvest

and now it’s onto spring’s sweet revenge

With requiems for the dignified

And dirges for the indigent

 

Maidens belting out sorrows

Sewn since long ago

with threads of despair

their work has carried on

 

they're weaving bitter baskets to eulogize

their loved ones snuffed out cares

the product hefts a heavy penny

but of course the demand is there

 

The lamps are casting lowly glows

over the tops of unfinished pints

the pictures need adjusting

their frames seem too polite

 

the loons are laughing loudly

the terror feeds their thirst

the barkers are packing up cash box

and reciting crooked verse

 

smiles tend to overshadow

the chaos that’s blatantly ignored

just paint on happy faces

and you’ll soon earn your reward

 

don't mistake the revelry

for what lies beneath

all the masses huddled

in the dusty cobbled streets

the fog thickens like a plumbers plot

run down with weeds

and the curdled cries of nighttime

as she sneaks a peak