what’s the rope, pray tell, around your neck,
summons you, they think, to heaven i guess
slow down, love, or this train shall wreck,
think of the love you and He would confess
when, at the last minute, the battle is won
brothers and sisters expressing their charm
tender meats, at last, for everyone,
Respect for your maker never did you harm
going, headlong, to the castle we owe
writing love letters to those we precess
caught, for a moment, under the mistletoe
if I cannot write, then I am a mess
acknowledge us, my love: give us a kiss
ramshackle prophecy futures i direct
my love for myself is the love i miss
trying, each day, to annihilate the suspect
bodies, what have you, dead in the trunk
you have no idea how much i love you
but, out there, you’re tender heart is drunk
seeing, as we do, you’re longing for you
man in the middle when this went down
outlandish talk spoken while on the pot,
scooped up in the blink of the eye we drown
the war to end all war has been fought
everything now, is mince-minded men
we can’t let him, with his foolhardy lies,
denigrate His innocence yet again
proving a woman for women with ties
to the crown - His majesty waits, a hoot!
i’ll abort this egg now split into threes—
don’t look now but my master will shoot
if he sees You doing what he cannot please
a woman for women—be what He owns
this hurdle, love, and his hate will pass,
just seeing what the devil now disowns,
turning in on each other: crank up the gas