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Forcemeat
5-20-17

Plenty of time to make those calls
For partisans adherent
Hand on the dial and seasoned forcemeat
Up in the sky saying it's my treat
Receiving recompense
Working that which is unseemly
Verity of death as them that have pleasure in doing such
But I'm not one to judge where seven thoughts collide
In our unsure something
Giving up the old ways
As so the gold days
Still out of control of their error
That was meet as to retain God in my knowledge
Something one would not get in collage
In glue on stanch...





Shacking Up
5-20-17

Living with me
Shacking up with myself
Cohabiting with 'I'
For glory, honor and peace to all
That work good
As a young mariner
And what it is all for
And what I get to smoke
I will want it even more
As we know of our surety
Giving us change concerning our affairs
As solitude loosens his mind
And Captivity stretches out her heart
How long can they last, we wonder
Waiting in the readiness through thick and thin
Praise God it's ten o clock
True love opens the gates of time
Together throughout ourselves
All for this rhyme...