The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

Harry Falseman lights a fire
for all the misanthropes

Harry Falseman eats their ire
cleans the beds and soaps their ropes

Harry Falseman's common sense
elopes with young men's innocence

Harry Falseman full of hopes
licks open ended envelopes

Harry Falseman is a god
to all the lives he's never had

Harry Falseman is a start
for all the embers in your heart

and when at night you're feeling hopeless
drunken on falseness lost desire

thank good old dear old Harry Falseman
think and then start your own small fire