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Grant
3-6-16

O, son of Shealtiel
What is it that you feel
O, are you honest
O, are you real
They abhor him that speak uprightly
To afflict the just
We take the bribe and turn aside the poor
In the gate from their right arm
Choose to enter again into the heavy wooden door
Of the seat for similar entities from the sea
We are as pearls of great price
Woe and weal to those at ease
Crying upon beds of ivory on the right side
We, me on bended knee
For larceny our legacy
To but quote and coin a phrase
Transition into morning
To no longer wander from sea to sea
Where fair virgins soon faint for thirst
Behold the days come when plowmen
Will overtake the reaper
Soon I will be home with my old lady
To give her treats....




Side Effects
3-6-16

Hands and feet cold
Due to the nicotine
The Lord hath sworn by the excellence of Jacob
The days come what I send a famine
Not for bread but for the truth
O, son of Jodak
It's my world
I will let you in on it
Devils' dances in an angel's way
Keeping the feast of the tabernacles
As the foundation is not quite laid
As far as macadam is concerned
Let us build with you
For we seek your God
But you have nothing to do with us
Deft, skillful and dexterous
And guilty in comprehension
I have not yet apprehended
Thy god, O man, He liveth
As the manner of Beersheba
Come our lover written in Syrian tongue
Yes, we are yet quite young....