In a Minute of Posture

Fishing through any needy soul For God's only purpose We search for the goal On Hideous bible planes we reach And love and learn and Cry and teach We are far gone In whiskey and gin strangers long for Sweet brandy and sin But strong we love and That love we hate, Pulls us nearer to our Ultimate fate. Planet revolves And our plainest desires In pitiful wishes And missing requires, Dedication and plunder At once and in sync For the loss of a soul, For the want of a drink In mystical whisps Our features do curdle Like grapes on a vine For some winter infertile. Pictures of boys In centuries dated Clapping beats of high praise To the tune ne'er created . The spinning of years, On calendars pasted On years and of joys On days smudged and wasted, In seventeen years We turn sixty nine Clicking our throbbing Heartbeats, molesting our crimes. In our necks we slouch South to find our straight spine That we mortgaged for Cocaine, marijuana and wine. Be you Irish or English Italian or Jew Or Spanish, or Polish Or mongrel or Shrew: Neither time nor your will Nor pleading or sob, Can save you from payment Of not completing your job.