our boast

Boast
2-27-14

It would be better for me to die
Than anyone should make my glorying void
As so created once again
Is all that has been destroyed with words
Yet used to build up and tear down
Running your race with diligence
To obtain my golden crown
As so in that I preach
I have nothing of which to boast
According to the syrup for my home fries
And grape jelly for my toast
Yes, I will rejoice
In the thing I am glad about the most...




Toast
2-27-14

Today I'm raising a toast to the King
With my coffee cup
Meeting a brother at my corner
To say, hey, what's up
Where O woe is me
If I don't write my rhymes
To persevere even in these trying times
Today I'm raising a toast to the King
O, woe is me if I don't do my thing
Doing such willingly
So that I might know of my reward
Today, yea, I raise a toast to the Lord....





Roast
2-27-14

Thus I fight not as one that beats the air in blowing smoke
Soon to be provided for now
That once again I have grown broke
Becoming to the weak as weak
To win them over
Being yet the vagrant, the wanderer, the malingerer and the rover
Making my way to yet transverse these broader paths
Leading to higher places to take my poet's seat
Still subject to the milk
To yet wash down strong meat
Thus I fight....