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.