Slime and Grime

5/23/17 Put you to sleep And six feet deep Instead of turning the other cheek Toss you in a box of pine Where the light never shines Meanwhile, close by masses pray at a shrine Every Sunday at nine Eating a cracker and taking a drink of wine As the planets occasionally align Since far before the dawn of mankind Swinging down from a vine To put 'em in a bind And choke another out with garrote instead of twine Then cover it up with lime Thinking like Einstein Drawing a fine line Among simple or intricate patterns and designs I'm drenched in slime And so much grime Yet still on the climb All the time Will look you in your eye Until you die Without saying goodbye Birds still or in the sky As they fly and glide She wanted to be my Bonnie if I'd Be her Clyde She sent me a valentine And kept giving me all kinds Of signs Saying she wanted to be mine