I sing the Songs of Experience
Like William Blake
I have no apologies to make

I'm with you, Bob
But I also have old fashioned Catholic guilt
And embarrassing sins
So I remember Chicago soul
And I pray to the Lady of the Lake

Marguerite Porete
Surely no fake

Standin' by God's river
My soul begins to shake

Not Sir Walter Raleigh
Not Francis Drake

          Tupac Amaru!