I'm gonna extract,
Giving them smack,
Get a huge payback,
Selling heroin & crack,
Rage! Rage! This angst, oozing from yawning deep,
Render to numbness, silent cornered weep,
Iniquitous decrees, when lulled to sleep,
Seduced by dybbuks, only vice to reap,
Your intricacies, fearfully and wonderfully wrought so well,
Sweet child, sweet daughter, greatly priced pearl,
You're a darling, a sweetheart, my dearest ‘Mabel',
Like your name, prayer born - meaning ‘Beautiful Girl'.
Unto whom should our taxes be paid honestly?
To the Son of Man this was asked slyly,
"On this coin whose image do you see? "
Answered He, to the crowd and the Pharisees.
Nine moons buoyant in your matrix,
Silently alive in dark mystery,
Unfathomable, unsurpassed -
And so close to that heart -
All bark and no bite,
Better is the termite,
For when solid reality,
Invades your psyche,
Yesterday I made a promise,
That I knew I would break'
On a grandstand, I blew a kiss'
So that my life I'd make'
Do annals violate incarnate divinity?
Justifying a man's inner repentance,
Wisdom cannot cry from lips of insincerity,
Yet what a sham, becomes this penance,
In health and not sickness,
In wholeness and not brokenness,
Today I wed you, beloved woman.
And when your narrow waist -