isosyllabic

Isosyllabic
1-16-17

New wine enslaves the heart
Tall pine O, play your part
Going where I can see the southern cross
And show them who's boss
The more they increased
The more they sinned
At the chime of ten
The diver's on the rise for this pen
All our boys doth come around
Afraid he'll bite you?
In the letters he did write you?
talking about Gaelic league because their shade is good
Under poplars we dwell by terebinths
We tarry as those without understanding
Be trampled
More astute than all that is vast
Make it last....





More Paradox
1-16-17

Come exhibition of cynanthropy of the Irish
Red wolf dog
I'll never forget that night
Soon time for divine intervention
Under poplars and under oaks
And later on good smokes
Through Israel
Play the harlot yet let not Judah offend
For the rules the Buddha doth but bend
Their drink is sour
They commit whoredom
Good topic for our paradox
The wind bound her up in her wings
And they will be ashamed of their sacrifices
For Orpheus' sermon captivated.....