12 July 2012
Detective Burrfoot is ahead of the game, I laugh when I watch from afar. Tat for tit and a bit in another name, Impartial, I follow only my star.
I may be wrong, it's only a guess, But one bite results in a bark, A shot across the bows meant to impress, I find it funny following all of this lark.
Maybe I have too much time on my hands, Maybe I'm seeing little green men. I roll the dice and see where it lands, See it stop then start all over again.
Another not so cryptic puzzle to solve, I'm not sure, but I think that I care. This merry-go-round will always revolve, The truth as always, is somewhere out there.
D C Burr • Opuss № I