The Early Bird Gets The Worm

The fun,
frazzled,
fag,
found,
favorable
fancy things,
while Miss Mary Maple,
was mum on the topic.

It's a big,
brass,
day,
but somehow they manage to speak.

Not just to the meek,
and under appreciative,
but to the one's who strive
and strain.

The one's who hold the power.

The people that told them they'd never amount to much.

The evil beings who hide under smiling masks.

So the sun sets.

The moon dies.

All is quiet,
except the avalanche of emotions,
pouring from Miss Mary Maple's heart.