Written when we were using a storage unit as a practice space. It was cheap and dangerous.
(from "Richard Cory", E.A. Robinson)
And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich – yes, richer than a king – And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything, To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread