Give Them The Answer
By Jaclyn Rossi
Give them the answer by telling them lies
A wolf in a suit, such a clever disguise
To infiltrate the flock while the shepherd is lost
Half become trapped in frost and the other half pay the cost
They worship the ground that you walk on
Enthralled below the pulpit you talk from
There’s comfort in the message with which you bombard
Starry-eyed crowds with empty minds and closed hearts
Give them the answer with no compromise
Soldiers resolute take by force every prize
And decimate the flock while the shepherd’s a youth
Half speak in absolutes and the other half sees no truth
They worship the ground that you walk on
Enthralled below the pulpit you talk from
There’s comfort in the message with which you bombard
Starry-eyed crowds with empty minds and closed hearts
Give them the answer for which brave men die
For which they deceive staring straight in your eyes
And extricate the flock from the Shepherd, a fool
To place faith in one so cruel and let his charges become tools
They worship the ground that you walk on
Enthralled below the pulpit you talk from
There’s comfort in the message with which you bombard
Starry-eyed crowds with empty minds and closed hearts
SPLIT ENDS
by James P. Santora
Have you ever wondered where the hairs
that clog every drain go?
Maybe they have a meeting
somewhere in a cesspool
contemplating whether some bald men
deserve another chance.
BODY LANGUAGE
by James P. Santora
Yellow jaw dice
ankle oh sore us
you’re under a wrist
joint seen nothing yet
pre-knuckles agreement
lit elbow peep
I’ll buy it on con spine mint
tibia or not tibia
fun knee!
