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Nelly-nelly, Nell, Abraham’s horse, that
never do well; populate the town, here,
here, that was nothing more than a spat
two cross-eyed lovers rubbing noses, dear,
A baby in a basket at the river’s edge,
euthanize our pharaoh while we’re ahead
do away with his whiskey driven pledge,
praise the grass, underfoot, in His stead
coming for all with his golden chain,
an indication, i think, of His beauty, or
a necklace for a lady with half a brain,
taken to bed - we discover a bore,
can’t say the same, lo, about my one
and only—dwarf talking mama from Mars
the lady, lo and behold, that I outrun
not too big, not too small, ants like cars
seen from the window of His airplane
i shrug him off, thinking only of You
the thought that replaced his disdain,
when, unfortunately, i’d simmer and stew,
thinking of what I cannot help but shun
a familiar man, cut from the fabric
that dresses You up - son of a gun
choosing a carrot instead of a stick,
i’ll get the world moving, tapping my feet
punish the governor and his arrogance,
since, for love, he was never discrete
Tell me, was he spinning? Is he a dunce?
Ishmael calling from the breadth of the sea
the whaler we married does not believe
leave the light on, won’t you, if only for me
take my love, if you can, and then conceive,
the best of our skin is our gift to Him,
ahead of his temporary argument,
the aggregate, next, of a genie’s whim,
enforcing the cosmos and what it spent