A couple of poems older than the rest of this weblog.

Elephant Steak Bait

Once man used me as bait
To trip up a man of another race
But found instead
Upon his death bed
That he’d set up a far larger disgrace

For it was a third man
Who in fact raped me
As though I his personal shirk factory
And of his race
Another entirely

That meanwhile most of Australia
Are highly suspicious of that which tripped
While me too long obvious
To the fact of
I am that what tripped up on

Yet though original set up
Is every who raced who imagining advantage by face
Even if covered up
Seeming to be falling all around us
So praise God the Elephants
And that He who set it up
Knew forever he’d be bound with us



A Tale to Span

The story is done
But a terrible one
About a man
With a van
That broke down
While he was on the run
From a crime he had
Only by accident
Done
Ye then along came
The best chance on Earth
To be forgiven
By her worth
Who did prove to Him
That his lust was his
And only a delusion
Caused for safety in prison
By his forgiver
But
Then to win over
As method for money
By fear of the imprisoned
He betrayed of that moment
And Love
Did his own delusion
Such that today
Being Dajjal is his way
That which
Caused every act of
Lust has been
Never more ought but
His own illusion
To try to win over
Solomon’s repaired confusion
Without its key
For marriage among
No one is truly thus yet begun