Guayule
11-19-15
Suited to our polite society
O, what is the meaning of all of this
Smartly trim, as clothing
Having appearance of suggesting speed
With many birds to feed
Well-bred elegant and polite
The ego wants so much to be right
For what doth thy make request tonight
Send me Judah unto the city of your father's sepulchers
So I might rebuild it
Of a less genteel term
Never mind the look
And forget about the worm
The Queen is sitting beside me
For another Guayule
But not to be cool
Let love be the rule...
Hame
11-19-15
Composite shrubs yielding rubber
In warm bathtubs
I say a blessing for a policeman
Instead of getting suspicious
Legitimate and judicious
With the executive turning out to be delicious
There was a man for us to seek in Tobiah, the servant
It doesn't need to reek
Another letter to Asaph
Another golden stave
Another platinum staff
It makes me want to cry and laugh
Grieved that there was no one there
To hear what I brought along
My reason for resentment.....
Truant Officer
11-19-15
Either of two curved pieces, our lame
My praying never ceases for the Word and name
Lying upon the collar in her harness today
I don't give a rat's rump about the city dump
Ham-fisted
Heavy-handed
Another soldier enlisted
Going out by night
By the gate of the valley
It's not my fight
Ham-fisted
To consolation I have every right
No beast with me save the mule I ride upon
Before the Dragon Well
I have much to buy and sell
Viewing the glass broken down
Another truant yet idle
Shirking God's grace today
Is working against all possible odds....
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