ol' hige

so many choices but the one that's made
will matter when the day has ceased to run
hidden from eye of the intruding sun
we find some reason just to be afraid
of what we thought would not have reached the grade
the purpose of the blow is not to stun
but kill naught matters when its done
we are not in it just for the parade
no silence now instead the voice of ire
revealing much that should not have been said
until the bird was safely in the bag
but that is not a problem for the buyer
who waits in anger tinged with fiery dread
for the next coming of the hungry hag