Curses

Got to learn to let things age a bit Do the crossword on the bus Doubt the trouble Find a way to cross-parse Wretched brass sections And cursed misdirections What was their scrawl? Pay out with a growl Five cups of sleety tea lie fallow Nervous of connections Odour of hair Surpassed disgust Strain hard to focus the eyes Your search engine failed Your book was too small Smells like a fisherman's spare net The afternoon sun The wastrel Follow buses Buses and cars Lift that dowdy angle That lavender disgrace That holy exit That next other thing