Jennifer Reeser Formula
In the absence of a basement,
A dry attic will suffice
To hide beneath some casement
Damning evidence of vice.
A bat, however, in your books
May mean mystique and fame;
A secret hung from rusting hooks,
And title for one's name
Is gottenwhether earned or dubbed
By crowds, events or seasons.
If by some accident you've flubbed
Your latest strange malfeasance,
Repair upstairs to ghosts and geese
Of silver. Breathe in drought,
Guarding as it were the peace
Gossips will chit about.
Note: This poem has been set to music in a video by Briareus:
Formula from Briareus on Vimeo.