My friend Dale
complains constantly.
He\'s a millionaire,
but says he\'s
always broke.
He quit drugs, and
rubs it in everyone\'s
face.
He rages when the
world is at war,
and complains that
it\'s too quiet during
peacetime.
He talks horribly to
his friends, and he
smokes cheap cigars.
He doesn\'t like
art, and he\'s never
read a book.
Dale has a small
pond in the back
of his house where swans
listen to Mozart and
mate, while squirrels and
raccoons share pomegranates
and waltz all night
long under that big yellow
laughing moon.