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Preacher E. Lye



He wears his white collar backwards
Piggy attenuated pagan wives’ tale
say the trigger Finger Man
has snake eyes in the back of his head

Got a gravelly-low, porcupine voice
that is cobra flatline prairie legendary

Using a lethal eighteen-wheel
hydraulic tongue roadkill,
he sermonizes with casket authority

Preacher E. Lye got one good eye,
and a black patch over his hollow socket 
The last person who asked
what happened to the missing retina,
got buried 
in an unmarked, dry gulch ravine pocket

Preacher E. Lye low rides
with malevolent, maverick posse power
Mister Pus Papal Evil Eye
walks double cross with uno orbital pallbearer pride ...
Hanging eulogy twine ties 
from the BP church steeple belfry tower

His barrel jaw revolving lies
keep his baron territory on a fear cower
Terrified bottomless pit cries
of the weak townspeople reign hope sour

Preacher E. Lye loves to spew verbal caustic speech:
Potassium hydroxide vows
fire hot lead, full of lung roulette chambers emptied

Mister Pulpit Evil Eye, on the sulfuric snide,
preach yellow-belly worms give-it-up or die:
Collection plate extortion on the cactus side
E. coli talks with snow collar pestilent pride

Black Plague canon cloaked in blue gunsmoke attire,
Chesterfield veiled threats
got the long gun branding irons set in brimstone fire

Preacher E. Lye got one good eye,
and a black patch over his hollow socket
Bottomless pit bull preacher,
bullet lung blasting pie-in-the-sky,
got his casino hands deep in pew pockets  

Lupus leper lip E. Lye 
tear sow scorpion alibis,
thru his planted posse of doppelganger sons
Wil E. coyote clan cries — 
dirt devils on a slithering bandito desert run

Preacher E. Lye got one good eye,
and a black patch over his hollow socket
Preacher E. Lye blows a dust tide
with malevolent, cougar bloody paw grit 

Red Barren hope 
flows down a cemetery canyon
White flag mope
leaves nary grave task undone
Blue metal smoke 
is Preacher E. Lye’s kill clarion

Preacher E. Lye stalks the widows
with his condor one eye
Devour their body-and-soul vittles,
then bury their dead cry
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