but you speak a tongue that's
not exactly exactly!
where's this balsamic vinegar you
speak of for dressing,
or the ****** olive oil?!
i'm not saying what misery -
but what baptism of sweated blood
have you addressed to
keep the crucifix a sanctum?
every, single, time,
you are left with no chance to progress
from this Babylonian investigation -
each night you pray
for sleep and wait for death -
each day death never comes
and you wait for sleep even more,
so the day might be shortened
and indeed be deemed absolutely
insignificant as it should be insignificant
given the tier of spending -
shortened to squeeze in a sneeze -
my life but a cameo -
sacredness of the cross out of cameo -
better cite Aesop as proponent of Spartacus;
but honour invoked by each
replenishes a loss of populism -
no money was to be made from them, r.i.p. at least -
whatever honour was grieved died
on Golgotha mound - for some many came
to utter his words, and so many came to the same
fate, as in so many came as paupers and left
with riches - what virtue was sacrificed
for this to happen with gleeful approval
and lack of critique?