Said the devine business man
dressed to the holly nines
a pink suit, pointed shakespearian moccasins
complete on congolese python, poor thing
a black book of the goodness and niceties in hand
tie in neck, a neon noose, i said to myself, HA!
a ghost in a stale scripted horrendous pictography, HA!
in tranquil chill, he said again, come yee to me
i’m the way, the truth and the light
while the piano man serenaded
i with endless lyrics of sadness
my eyes pops off the sockets
the truth, the way and the light... come to you? HA!
Lord have mercy! my wailing for the brainwashed
a while ago…
they came in sheep’s skins
yet they were foxes.
a stella performance i applaud, who i’m i to follow..
the believer?
