The Fat Lady has Sung

Written by: john freeman

O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty Thee measures of barley spoil not the oil or wine heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager A bird in hand of human man, faith is in the bush O little bird, swish the bush, faith is not a human wish I will laugh at your calamities O harlot I will turn a deaf ear to thy wails of anguish As a queen thou has ruled unjustly Ground the face of the poor of earnest contrite Thy kings shall cast ashes upon their heads And call for the mountains, “Come fall on us!” I will loose the yoke of bondage, Love, sayeth Almighty For it is just in my sight, I have waited for precious fruit You have remained aloof of un-cloven hoof, relieved not poverty Of the absolute you have not partaken, or cheweth the cud Nor forsaken thine own way, Love commands pay... ...of the illusionary substance death of your own logical way