Well folks, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is shining in what I’d say is the first real spring sun here this year. So guess what I’m in the mood for? Morbid poetry, and this week’s Trifecta word is a really good ‘un: Infect.
I will corrupt his good heart,
A canker, cancer,
A rot from within.
His intentions decay,
My thoughts taking root and pushing,
Seeding into his softened mind,
Well, that’s my cheery ’33.