The Sack - Click Click

Some silly scenes respectively, observed in many parts

Him talking to another, making deals about his heart

Rejecting this, rejecting that, rejecting till it’s clear

That all he wants is payment for his work throughout the

Year.

A promise is a promise is a promise to be kept

The weasel was the culprit, and he wants that weasel dead

He took him to his house amongst the mud, and out the

Back

He took him to a cupboard there and handed him the sack.

The sack contained the weasel, but it wasn’t really dead

There was a lot of blood though, slowly oozing from it’s

Head

The sack was matted heavily and caked with thick dried

Blood,

Resembling dark chocolate as it mingled with the mud.

He took it to a forest where he laid it on a stone

And smashed it with a hammer, till he heard the crack of

Bone

Then wiping from his face the sweat and greasy yellow

Snot

He threw the sack into a pit and left it there to rot.