a devilish attorney whose sweet tongue she parried,
abused..
Articulate silence speaks wisdom you'd think,
drawn from the cold, cold solid rock drink
out of which earthiness Love brews a soul mate
One beautiful a woman who could learn how to roller skate
Skins across skids midst her whip-lashing body
of flesh spinning fresh spins her personally gaudy
linked elbows crashing our heads through th' boards
God's mark on my thinking or whip made of cords?
The groaning of camels at Jerusalem's doors..
O, it's roller rink real, the steel wheel deal!
It's all about how she may want our God's feel
for many But her gods have been hazing North Vietnam's
Over gasolined plastics roared horror bombed moms
where her fists slammed land and her warring gods swore
'there's a very good chance to do good with our war,
folks, there's no goddamned way we are losing this war..'
Clear eyes on the needle now, to clear through the small gates
Watch the first woman's Fire whip through you on roller skates..
©2013 Gary Ottoson | To A
