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In a Minute of Posture
Fishing through any needy soul
For God's only purpose
We search for the goal
On Hideous bible planes we reach
And love and learn and
Cry and teach
We are far gone
In whiskey and gin
strangers long for
Sweet brandy and sin
But strong we love and
That love we hate,
Pulls us nearer to our
Ultimate fate.
Planet revolves
And our plainest desires
In pitiful wishes
And missing requires,
Dedication and plunder
At once and in sync
For the loss of a soul,
For the want of a drink
In mystical whisps
Our features do curdle
Like grapes on a vine
For some winter infertile.
Pictures of boys
In centuries dated
Clapping beats of high praise
To the tune ne'er created .
The spinning of years,
On calendars pasted
On years and of joys
On days smudged and wasted,
In seventeen years
We turn sixty nine
Clicking our throbbing
Heartbeats, molesting our crimes.
In our necks we slouch South
to find our straight spine
That we mortgaged for
Cocaine, marijuana and wine.
Be you Irish or English
Italian or Jew
Or Spanish, or Polish
Or mongrel or Shrew:
Neither time nor your will
Nor pleading or sob,
Can save you from payment
Of not completing your job.
Copyright ©
John Rockk-Fiordelisi
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