A dnd McKnight sat cross legged on a bus,
His ranch funds low, his mind sipping billboard glow.
Hue side bugle sighs cascaded in the afternoon haze,
From the market windows and the drive thru views.
He wanted infinite escape from the alchemical but
There were the Abbas the turtles the months the baby,
The monshkas, the defeated periods, the den where love
Foxed in marginal paper outline breakers.
A dnd McKnight sat cross legged dining oak firm
On pink hams and quest item foes.
The evening a fiendish sidekick to his lacking meme.
He kicked sideways at a frowning lily pad.