If I was a marauder
I would move to Kansas City
To pillage smelly garage from barbeque restaurants
Lots of customers do not finish their food
I would do it in May
Before the June flies swarm in
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
Castle enchanted by savior’s shield,
The peasant looks upon her light.
Emblazoned eyes and flurried delight,
Odds against him, salvation healed.
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
Soaked ground by bloodied knight,
Standing tall on fallow field,
The peasant looks upon her light.
Soul emboldened and ready for fight,
Dragon’s fire, the enemies kneeled,
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
The bell tolls and dragons take flight,
With sword in hand, harvest yield,
The peasant looks upon her light.
Enemies scattered amidst their fright,
Soul and heart have thus been peeled,
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
For the peasant looks upon her light.
She was a marble-hearted marauder
A plunderer and a loyal daughter
She sacked a village
Looted with pillage
Finding a lover within the slaughter.
I shall be a marauder
Looting and plundering
I refuse to kill though
Even in the name of religion? Someone asks.
Especially in the name of religion, I reply.
The raccoon is a burglar …
There’s no door he can’t unlatch.
Baby hand-prints in the butter?
You can bet Raccoon’s found that!