when in doubt, retire to the parlor
be it to gamble or to pitch some woo
being no true difference between them.
Whenever the voices of demons preach,
Remember the homey lane gravel strews
as naughty tentacles from distant depths
are highly allergic to the designs
the ivy genies can paint with eyes shut.
Highways without end do dangle allure,
but the slippery aims win in the end.