As shrewd as a cult As awaited as a bride As marred as a light with another's fault As carried as a reason amid snide
Long hair Inch by inch, the pride of paradise? Singing hope and chastity, the truth in a care Will make a new song for thee, when salt becomes lies?
Dread, and the future of essential need The weary eyes of complexity have seen The doling, the due, and death of what we keep For a taste of better, clarity than what austerity feeds
Eggs come of age, or so an entity once offered Is a prophecy of compelling an adultery to sit And prove the guidance of wishes in laughter Was hunger of a coming family, to marvel at a justice's whit?
Where as, we are the temper of a friend of days Come to filial deeds and decency of a muse To wonder in brightened minds, the total of what says Lived in the opportunity we save, is a spy with it to lose
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt, ends with a paper bag without...