Another Inquiry
7-2-17
We inquire
What about the gods of war
And beseech, O what is this all for?
In a conspiracy more than forty
Under the curse of the oath not to drink
Until Paul is killed
O, why all of this violence
Making ready two hundred chariots
And two hundred spearmen
By night unto Antipatris
At the province named Cilicia
For an Ulster cycle ubiquitous
And the hospitality of Bres' court and time
For the healer, O comforter and councilor
Save me from myself
I said enough!
On The Sidhe
7-3-17
Come barbaric satire of legend
We do our research on Nuada of the silver hand
Stirring it up with the silver spoon
Where lightning doesn't strike twice
As Felix comes with wife Drusilla
And I give the morning coffee a chance
And try to understand
And I'll have rice on the Sidhe
As I try to forget my pride
Gone about to profane the temple
As a very persistent fellow
Our mover of sedition
I'm looking beautiful today
Greet Tertillus
And cut yourself into little pieces....
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