yin – yang

I sit on the porch, my hands are sore

As a squirrel hops by, I wonder

his tail, he cannot fall

Violence rings my name

loveable – lout

I look inside, my wife on the floor

Has the chemical imbalance in me taken her under?

Wrong links, I fell

I am the darkness’ game

pill – kill

I look back: they called me the finest man in store

Without his tail, would the squirrel disorder?

I forgot my tail: I felt

The alchemists have called me in vain