Caunterbury

Be wary of trading up
says the patron saint of good intentions

Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
in search of something else

She’s trading up
a mind like a spreadsheet

every day requires new modifications
forever upgrading to a new version

but don’t ask to borrow
or swap or barter

now accepting applications
sign in for the latest audition

don’t call her
she’ll call you

large pale feet
soak daily in ice water

a precise system even in its
indecision

The holy blisful martir for to seke

virtues of
self-control

the primly chaste safe harbor
controlling attitudes

It seems to me accordant with reason
To inform you of the state of every one