Beneath his brow
And all the world
Will have a cow
But somewhere back
The rules prescribed
A darling nectar
The rich imbibed
And further back
It made more sense
When we used landlines
Instead of fence
The king of kings
May fully abstain
But the king of houses
Will never refrain
From the fruits of his labor
(He didn't do much)
His rough approach
His sandpaper touch
Interpretation
A strong device
To scorn the wicked
And make some pious
This leverage pull
A spiritual fast one
Only seen
If you're the last one
But from thine eyes
A chorus in bliss
The song of angels
Others remiss
Desire made holy
The rapture has come
A bit more nostalgic
And loving for some
He comes in all forms
And speaks in all tongues
He climbs Jacob's ladder
And gets stuck in the rungs
Fire and brimstone
Pumice and powder
The tradition of beauty
Makes the whole world sing louder
Rites challenge rights
And still we feel wronged
By a secret society
So double pronged
Now held in chains
With the saved skipping rope
These aren't decrees
Sent down by the Pope
But everyone translates
In their own unique way
The gates of dawn open
The piper will play
We all like to argue
And point a blank gun
At the fringe residents
Whose reports bring such stun
But a million odd laws
Can't shun the truth
There is nothing more fragrant
Than the flower of youth
--
4.10.08
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