Baptist Morning Blues Poem by Mason Maestro

A reception to our Eastern friends
This house is our home and the home's where we belong
Where the feelings are warm and the foundations are strong
If our soul has a gate, well, then must have been ajar
And the slap's from afar
See, our rights have lost their luster
Oh, they sure have lost their luster

The Baptist priest will bless another
By morning blues again will smother
Put the bark back in the dog, ain't got no guardian
When the capital's M, it is followed by A and E
Hey, it's probably me
See, the exiled are grouped in factions
Oh, they sure are grouped in factions