On the Touchline

(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 82) I see things of favour as Your right Either fair or not, You never cease What if You did not do, will I fight Wrestling You is an unreasonable tease An unfathomable dedication designs thought Reasoning flash its lonely light across And my mind and brain couldn't figure the lot Then I make no sense of the brief, dear Boss How can we beat You to anything in life The strength and scope; yet we strife Now that the pig cant peg a farm for itself And rest on You; needs become really rife I wondered if I let every claim sits in the blue Wait, when will distress disrespectfully bid adieu That caring pain will caress troubled gain For risk to gear up praise and loose the locked chain Please, let the substitute be off the pitch In order for my essence to be made known Just then the effects would have enough to bewitch The mix of chance, recovery, and plan backbone Let me have words more to say And caress in mind alone-- desires To safeguard imagination's way That could emotionally cook satires Oh be harsh to the few fastened foes That unrelentingly follows the slow flows They never leave the touchline to enshrine Which that no lineman assigned unless twine