Fated fools & stolen jewels

Horses

That don't eat,

Die.

People

Who don't love,

Cry.

Desperate faces,

in disparate places,

Hiding the reasons they lie.

Flowers

In lifeless soil

Wilt.

Scottish men

Proudly wear

Kilts.

Ancient-aged whiskey,

Lambs acting frisky,

In Castles made without guilt.

Writers

Spill ink, like it's

Blood.

Pigs

Flop around in the

Mud.

End up as bacon,

In places like Macon,

Washed down with bottles of Bud.