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I Burn My Midnight Oil
7-14-09

Prejudice is fickle
We are all in the same pickle
Partiality is vain
We all have the same prim-blood
As irrelevant except for the blood of the cross
I was rigid
O, it was my own loss
Can't take back what was said
God has for me a job to do
For therefore I am not yet dead
Differences are futile
I cast to the shore birds
My pizza crust and bread
Risking the attack of their swarm...




I Make Thirty Bucks
7-14-09

Need some time off from hiding in the shadows and shades
I am ready to cut the grass taking heed not to forget to lower the blades
For such is a task that I hope not I'll need repeat
I don't have a sufficient appetite for all I have in storage cabinets to eat
So I mow a neighbor's lawn to earn thirty bucks
For a blessing upon my work
To be better than five free ones
I am happy to yet serve....





Still Subject To The Harp
7-14-09

Turned on by Milton, Byron and Blake
I was led to these idols
Where God has made no mistake
I got burned out many years ago
Yet I am still subject and a patron to the show
Still subject to Guinness and its harp
Still a fool for the fillet of herring and the carp
I take a risk in warming up another bowl
A victim to flesh where I yet lack self control
And I suppose that the show still goes on....





Too Hot To Handle
7-14-09

The Lord roars from Zion
Habitations of the shepherds mourn the top of Carmel shall wither
They who try to understand this are yet forlorn
Lately I burn my finger when I try to light my pipe
The fruit is unattainable of which at first appears to be ripe
I burn my thumb as I try to take a toke
As I remind myself that it's only smoke
So I try again expecting different results....