and here I make my last stand
to defend against the appointed time
flowers flocked in wrapped red dozens around me
a stack of paper and a pen my weapons
snarling leaking in through the door now
a small table my only frail shield
at nine o'clock the door opens
and I'm grateful there's no china as they stampede in
red eyes come to rest on me and I ready my pen
If you haven't pre-ordered, please go to the front!
muttering and grumbling they grudgingly proceed
their voices dark and their bellies rumbling
snapping in line at roses of all shades
tongues flicking out between hinged jaws
they throw their money down callously
and seize their prey in their claws
crimson lacing their talons as they wander out satisfied
eating red carnations by the dozen