On the way to trial today,
I thought I'd stop and check the mirror.
Hmm, those robes don't look so hot -
A food stain here and there a tattered seam.
The same for that musky powdered wig
(Better check for fleas and lice).
If fact the whole ensemble needs to go
But am I REALLY ready?
My peeves and sorrows belong to me
Like toast belongs to butter.
Can I simply give them up
Like chocolate cake for lent?
Am I REALLY ready and how about you?
Truth be read, those noxious griefs
Are less akin to a bracelet's charms
Than to a convict's ball and chain.
Do we truly need them?
So, let's conjure how it might be
If I forgave you all your damages
As you forgave me mine.
The bonfire is hot and ready
And those tattered robes are flammable.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
On the way to trial today,
I thought I'd stop and check the mirror.
Hmm, those robes don't look so hot -
A food stain here and there a tattered seam.
The same for that musky powdered wig
(Better check for fleas and lice).
If fact the whole ensemble needs to go
But am I REALLY ready?
My peeves and sorrows belong to me
Like toast belongs to butter.
Can I simply give them up
Like chocolate cake for lent?
Am I REALLY ready and how about you?
Truth be read, those noxious griefs
Are less akin to a bracelet's charms
Than to a convict's ball and chain.
Do we truly need them?
So, let's conjure how it might be
If I forgave you all your damages
As you forgave me mine.
The bonfire is hot and ready
And those tattered robes are flammable.
