Then the Gods Must Be Consulted

Uncle, as I uncled him My child, he childed me Speak. What have I done to deserve all these? What curse has been placed on me? Where am I? What is the problem my son? Sonded uncle As he drew his piper I have worked hard, Planted, But harvested none Even my own bros Have turned away their eyes on me Without mercy, Leaving me hopeless without a home Jobless without coins And miserable in desperation, I know not value of rest, Yet It seems I have invited a lion to diner. So it's true, This world has made a chunk of chunk less A fool out of me, Son, he sonded Then the handshake has passed the elbow, And the naked must have promise you cloth; But Take hope, take hope And have faith. What hopes have I not had? What faith? And besides patience, Son, he sonded again Uncle, I uncled him I have heard you.