The Ransom by Charles Baudelaire

A Handsome lot in Life we Lead
forced to work at pulling ourselves up
our own weed the flower
garden disaster the root is what we’re after
the laughter over-whelming like a torrential rain
a game with no name except the ones
we give it
crop out the rest and re-position
earmarked for decomposition
germination paving way for ultimate compost-heap
a Lesson of Life our Handsomest Wife
no need for tuition just laid pipe bursting grey
what’s-the-matter over a floor of underpaid today

It will be OK
so long as the Angels praise