Dirty Sawool

When you slip a noose over your leg
That's not much act but to fall upon
Your face, Dirty Sawool could and did but
One leg took off into the sky usually knocking
Eggs out of nests and birds to land.The
Tattooed leg had a mind full of unpresumed plans

Dirty Sawool said his mother
Screamed in one ear all the
Day so he was deaf on one
Side unbalancing both the
Legs. He tore his leg off but
Talked, scripted it's future and
It ran. Into the ether held
Steady by rope a cloud's odd
Friend. He steadied the flight
On back directed into the rope
Saying what was the leg's
Writing. As covered with
Script in deep ink northwest
And east by degree the leg
Consented dropping to ground
Hand bredth from the knee
Lashing the leg back on with
The telegraph rope. It
Would kick and crush eggs
Birds or Dirty Sawools hopes afraid to clean any
"Directive Dirt" He'd boast "An hour with me &
You'll lose faithfulness to soap."