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Right Hand Man



Coulda been
the Hand of the Lying King,
if I didn’t tell the truth so much

Coulda been
Caesar’s right hand man,
if I was kill willing 
to have a shogun trigger touch

Coulda been
chief consigliore renown
for the don Corelone spiked crown
But I never wanted to know 
where the blood money 
was body bag buried underground

Coulda been dark knighted Haman Faustian
All I had to diablo do was unjust be Equus no-good;
give breaking bad Darth Vader viper counsel,  wearing a cobra hood
Terminator words that would crush the skull bones

Coulda been  the Vice Hand
standing behind the golden chalice image,
ruling drunkenly on the Babylonian Empire throne 

Coulda been
the Spartan Hand of the Grecian warlord,
but I loved peace too much

Told the Jezebel whisperers of the royal court,
don’t try to finger me to be the next flesh merchant of death ... 
I don’t tear traffick in such    ~    City-state grunts suffer enough

Coulda been
Caesar’s right hand hatchet man,
if I had promoted Herod cockatrice thoughts
to condor hatch crucifixion plans

If I had been parrot inclined
to whisper 
some patriot mischief in Pharaoh’s ear ...
I coulda been 
sitting next to the pirate power,
making the brown-nose boot lickers fear

Coulda been
the Iron Hand of the President,
if I truly had a crafty guile mind to
take a sticky dip ...
deep in them pockets of citizen you

Coulda been
the sixth finger of king Midas’ hand
But, breaking the golden rule,
just wasn’t the ambitious rear end 
I was willing to career bend

If I was more Balaam money bag motivated — 
Fee willing to put a Judas hand under the table;
and with an Iscariot silver patch-eye gaze, 
look the other way         as freedom get disabled

I coulda been
Pharaoh’s right hand man

I coulda been
the one who doused the torch
in Lady Liberty’s hand

I coulda been
Caesar’s right hand man

I coulda been
the one who lit the Pilate
in Nero’s hand

Coulda been
the right Hand of the Lying King,
if I didn’t roar the Judah truth so much

But I was born
a left hand of the Zion King,
who gave a righteous Resurrection roar, 
echoing throughout eternity

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