Try

Try It Again
1-16-18

God bless Lord George
As my only quota today in Gihon and Gorge
O, make the court and column
Our children to bring pure olive oil
For the lands as Mother naivete today spews on our lands
For too well torn port thou riddle and rent in the midst
As to burn always eagerly through our next stage
We make it work for talents pulling upon hereditary preternal
For the record I try it again in patterns to realign
Switch it on your tie and call it divine
Of miter as turban and libido as salt in ouches of gold
As to speak unto the veil
Hedged where it never gets old.....





Isthmus
1-16-18

For the politician's heaven of the treasury
We look to the sky at the chime of eight
It's just me, myself and I like the engravings of a signet
God cannot lie or speak unto your lite hearted
To be filled with the Spirit of wisdom
For ouches of gold and potsherd
To keep us warm in the cold
Peopling the earth with no humiliation
Some need to know in seeming wager issues
Paying search attention to toilet tissues
To discuss this strange tackle from Churchill's approach
Plenty of places to bring this word around
On the isthmus and gulf and sound....