Beg For A Meeting
4-12-10
Begging God for a meeting
Of good drinking and superb eating
Begging Jesus for a group
So we can recruit yet one more troop
We are soldiers to recite
Whether our poetry is wrong or right
For there are no rules in what we hope to say
And there are no wise and no fools
When we can use what we have to pray
My lisp is loosed
My impediment is set free
As we find our common ground
Upon which we agree
So I cry
I praise you
O, I praise you
And in this I will find the Way....
Green Becomes Blue
4-12-10
Take the man a present
Of balm honey and spices
And take each follower a gift
Of myrrh, almonds and nuts
And may us not take care of those high prices
And may we get back up on our feet after taking our uppercuts
Yet what am I to do in what lies in my right hand
As the green becomes the blue
And still we seek out the truth to understand
I can stay up till four if I'm to get up at noon
If I have done the math right
O, how hideous is my hindsight...
Passed The Test
4-12-10
Survived another physical exam
I had a female black doctor check out my balls
I didn't care or give a dam
Controlling my erection
In staring at blue painted walls
So the egg hunt begins in a figurative sense
For a dozen eggs perished now ancient history
Where in the city dump there awaits a marvelous mystery
As people are given jobs there
To sort out what they can use again
And one day I suppose they'll find this pen....
She Had Seven Husbands, I Have Six Bibles
4-12-10
Jesus had compassion on brides
That were married and divorced even seven times
As I'll tune into the catholic channel
To watch the mass and to feel the peace of sonorous chimes
Putting a smile on my face
So becomes second nature as a character to build
When I consider the eloquence
Of new bibles with pages of golden gild
And Jesus would stink like any natural man
Taken in by strangers to bathe, dine and drink
Alas, it really makes one think...
To Be Profound
4-12-10
The proud are high flown
Pretentious, lofty and bombastic
And to be profound like such is a sensation fantastic
Scribble it now, decipher it later
Yet to taste of the flesh of the tail of the alligator
The meek are humble so that they would not stumble
When a lover is recruited who was once a hater
Listening to a riff from a song written in eighty-three
Given the omen that there is work to be done
At the sight of a bumblebee
It seems a threat but it will do one good....
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