A shady friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.(this verse is about the way my friend was gunned down by gangs)

The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If broadcloth breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,
(this verse is for the afterlife)

Who is to blame? The weaver?
Ah! the bewildering thread!
The tapestries of paradise!
So notelessly are made!
(this verse is for the pigs!)