eruct

Eruct
12-31-15

Trodden down my portion underfoot
Another iconoclasm by eructation and millinery
Of all villainry on the overland
Telegraph live
Made up of distinctive components
For one whom seeks to overthrow traditional ideas
And instructions
They have sown wheat
And we have plenty of apples to eat
Don't take the law into your own hands
Unless the law is Love....




By All Means, Profit
12-31-15

Today the sun sits so high
Upon thrones of God's grace
Right beside me her motor is running
And I seek her face
They have sown thorns
But shall reap wheat
Putting themselves to pleasure
And by all means profit
O, another milliner makes her hat
And I must say that Grace is the greatest cat
Touching the inheritance
We find just where it's at
Call no one papist
In that you don't know
Call no suckling papoose
And let her grow...





Minutiae
12-31-15

After I have plucked them out
We are told now to cut off the roots
Soon I will return
With so much left to learn
Having compassion on those who are less fortunate
To bring them again to my place
O, welcome to my jungle
Every man to his own heritage minutiae
I believe it's going to be another wonderful one
In this world I often think and feel to understand you
Every man to his land....