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The little servant upon the motley colored stead riding the ironic militant donkey           
Lowering the wit a marotte lance raising the shield a stone of scone doughnut                        
Life without Jesus at the picadilly circus devastating Hell                                                   
Penning the tale upon the Joker Henry the eighth I am not                                                  
The gig from minstrels to jesters something cultural feasters                                            Paying tribute to an evasion loss of self expression gilded by the paid troubadours           
Licensed fools itching the aristocratic ears per king                                                     
Scraping skat man enters byways to plead loose the blue collar chains                           
Buskers beware disclaimer the governor shaking the monkey stick                                       
A bag of wind blows across the country side if your not mad as the hatter                            
Because you separated from the double think I think Jesus is the only way                     
Evangels preaching the messiah's return as he wills hallelujah                                                    No fear of lashes because the king and minions ego’s needed to let go                                  
For refusing to skim truth for the end is near pop a good bottler's grip                             
Spongers would you where like me except for these jingle bells                                     
Pitch within and without the truth is free looking out of place like a football bat                     
Walking naked without fig leaves gathering to the end washed in blood of the lamb               
As seen on TV blue wigs graced with John three sixteen so is God’s love to them that parish
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