The Moon Light

I asked him if he were going to the shopping centre.
    "Excuse me, sir. Are you perhaps going to -- the shopping centre?"
He looked at me from behind those dark glasses
 and he hissed between his teeth the following words
 He said "I sell the honey from my bees and dark molasses."
It was a wonder that he didn't see me for my actions
A general inquiry into how things normally fall apart
In time adherence to a role brings satisfaction
No matter how the truth may ring within the art