The little voice that speaks to break

The conscience that survives a stroke

The straw man on the camel’s back

Worry-of-the-moment, said the demon

 

His sympathy precedes the wake

of the agony that keeps collecting

The little voice that speaks to break

Worry-of-the-moment, said the demon

 

The conscience that survives a stroke

burdens the told for no one

Words spin broken ‘bove his head

The teller has him overfeeding

 

The straw man on the camel’s back

the durable steed until it chokes

Worry-of-the-moment, said the demon

the little voice that speaks to break