Tom Bell Poet Burlesque

Twenty Seven

Twenty seven religious candles
Around my bed,
Twenty seven years of Ash Sunday
Ashes on my head,

Twenty seven Bibles,
In my motel room,
Twenty seven priests
To dispell twenty seven a' gloom

Twenty seven rosaries,
In twenty seven hands,
Won't stop the juices flowing,
In twenty seven glands

My twenty seven lovers,
In twenty seven days,
Makin' me kind of tired
In twenty seven ways

Twenty seven incantations
In twenty seven a mass
Gives me hope,
Twenty seven more days
I'll last

Twenty seven commandments I did break
That's many, many odd more,
Than you have heard Him make

So I say twenty seven good-byes
To twenty-seven poet friends,
I'll be shoveling coal in hell
To make my twenty seven amends.

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