86. The Real Crooked Man

There was a Crooked Man
Who walked a crooked walk
Within a crooked house
That reeked of crooked talk
And when his crooked head
Full of crooked thoughts
Laid down on crooked bed
He’d cast his crooked lots
For future crooked days
And every crooked sin
Would find that crooked pays
With every crooked win
He’d dream of crooked girls
To please him crookedly
As his money crooked furls
Under stress of crooked fee
He’d fell his crooked foes
And drink their crooked draught
Smiting weak with crooked toes
Their friendship crooked bought
He’d spread some crooked lies
To laud his crooked face
So every crook with ties
Would know their crooked place
‘Til with crooked smile he wakes
And leaves his crooked home
For reality skews crooked
When none but crooked roam
He saw his crooked neighbor
Merely crooked in his shape
Unlike himself, a crooked core,
That perfect modern crooked ape.